shit happens. but karma will repay you.

I think... The universe hates me.

Yesterday the weather was completely appalling. Forty five degree slants of rain, howling winds, trees practically a health hazard due to their flapping and creaking.

So yah, I went running.

Well, usually I really love running in the rain. I'm not sure why, it's some sort of drive I suppose. But yesterday I got absoloutley drenched, I mean entirely, there was not a single patch on me that wasn't dripping. And to complement Sara's recent blog, I was not wet in the sexy way. I was only wearing a T-shirt, because I thought if I wore a hoodie it would end up feeling like I was wearing chain mail. I got that part right I suppose (but it did go 'slightly' transparent [purple bras ftw!]).

I think I did two or three miles. It's hard to tell, the whole thing was a bit of a blur really. To top it all off when I came crashing through the front door, my Dad started blabbing on about my UCAS application. So I scrambled up the stairs only to find that my sister was in the bath (at 4:30pm?!) and when she finally got out, she has used up all the hot water.

But then I found forty quid in my jeans. It just like Julie Andrews said: 'when the dog bites, when the bees stings- I suddenly remember that I have dosh and things don't seem quite so shit.'

Or however she put it.