October 14, 2010
Walking through the rain today--which I find really annoying. It's because I'm a 21st century Wordwworth--I compose stuff when I walk along. Tintern Abbey was written like that. Anyhow, when I'm walking through the rain I find it impossible to think deeply. Maybe it's because of my genetic make-up. I'm convinced I have more nerves than ordinary folk. So each drop of rain stimulates more nerves than usual. So I trudge along, incapable of my sublime Wordsworthian thoughts. Plus if I have something worthwhile I worry about my pencil getting wet. These things are enough to annoy me.