I went out for a shawarma today, and it wasn’t raining when I left. It was just kinda “misting.” As I walked it started spitting, and it worked up to a steady drizzle when I got to the rickety neon-framed hole-in-the-wall where I get my middle-eastern garlic meat-wraps. When I left it was showering, and by the time I got home it was pouring. All this to say that I got soaking wet trying to feed myself and I still did this page for you filthy animals.
I could have been a doctor.