Free, when I dance with you.

Just now, I was practicing an assortment of piano accented Who songs. Shortly after I had played the three opening chords to "Love Reign O'er Me", I heard a booming, house-rattling crash of thunder, and sheets of rain started pouring from the sky. From this event, I have concluded the following:

I am the rain maker.

Yes, it's true. So those who know me should feel honoured. I am one of Mother Nature's most hailed accomplices.

... So of course I had to run outside (fully clothed, mind you) and run around and do cartwheels in my creation. It was loads of fun. I documented what I could on film, and I shall make good use of it in my summer documentary. At this rate, the final cut should run for about 5 days straight, with some creative editing, haha.

Then I came back inside, only to find that my cat had shit on my favourite Who-zine. It was an old one; from about 2 years ago. The little bastard. Sadly, it could not be salvaged. He couldn't have shit on the old Adrien Brody mag that for some reason was still under my bed. No, no. He had to go for the good stuff.

Anyway, that's all. Just wanted to tell you all that the simple pleasures of life are often the best.
-L-