It bloody well figures, dunnit? The one day I leave my trenchcoat at the flat, this happens. It's not that I'm not used to rain--I'm a Londoner, you know--but this is the first time I've seen it come down like this here.

The answer is forty-two, by the way.

I haven't got a dry cigarette anywhere. I checked.

I hate this fucking place.

[Edit]

...I s'pose they're not always bad.

[OOC: had to make a post today just to abuse John further ♥ I'm likely to be slow for RL-related reasons that I'd rather not get into here, but I'll try to respond to all tags. Also, link is not there ICly.]