HA! I'll never think of precipitation the same anymore.

.. the same anymore... the.. I'll, never...Is that right? I swear to god, my brain is completley fried lately. I sat in bed this morning for about half an hour trying to remember the third line to "roses are red, violets are blue" and found myself writing the number "3" backwards in my mediation class the other day. Stupid brain. Apparently it's gone the way of my boobies!