A dark pall has fallen over the land this morning, a grungy, gray, and glum gloominess . . . clouds and rain and mud and rot and decay-- and this would be fitting, if the pathetic fallacy was not a literary conceit, an artistic delusion-- but, alas, the weather does not care about my mood, although this morning it is, coincidentally of course, mirroring the contents of my soul: last night, for one brief moment, after Florida beat Auburn, I was in pole position to win the BIG March Madness Pool . . . the 25$ entry, 150 person pool that pays out nearly all the proceeds to the winner-- all I needed was Duke to win over Houston-- and then I would be be the top pool member with Florida as the winner and it would all come down to Monday night-- I was so excited, so happy to have made it this far in, and sure that Duke's high-powered offense would overcome Houston's slow paced style of play . . . and it looked like that was the case, Duke had a 14 point lead in the second half-- and thank God I fell asleep because if I had to watch the catastrophic meltdown and Duke squander a 9 point lead with three minutes to play, I would have maxed out my ticker and had some kind of coronary event-- so at least I was fast alseep when that bullshit happened (although I watched it this morning) and when I awoke deep into the night and checked my phone for the score, that is when the rains came, both inside my soul and outside on my roof . . . so close, yet so pathetic.
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i had a similar moment when i blessed the rains down in africa
sometimes rain is good!
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