Umbrellas hate me...

I'm not really sure why. But the wind and rain & 52* weather almost killed me on my treck back to my apartment after Art & my Starbucks run. I productively went there to get a gift card for someone. And this wasn't even my dollar store umbrella that died the first time I took it for an outdoor and mildly windy walk, like Mom said it would.

I just found a biography of Robert Frost on clearance at the bookstore. Yeah...that's bad. I'm supposed to be reading for government and geology and humanities...yeah I think that's it. But, obviously I'm not. I think I may need to ask one of my roommates to hide my dear biography until my real work is done.