it's probably raining outside

I’ve be chased by things that I ought have done or I need to do for a while: to do some drawings, to make the portfolio, to get the printer work or to exchange it, to clean up the desk, to get a clearer picture about the current cellphone package, etc. etc.

It’s (di-di da-da)ing outside. Open the window, you can feel a breeze pouring in; it’s kinda chilly.

On the toilet, wiping my ass, recalling the tiny poetry I got from opening the window a few minutes earlier. I could hear the rain, I could feel the chill and freshness, and maybe some dim desire that I can’t even tell.

So, should I pretend to follow the slight sentiment to write down something or I should just start to work on or catch up what I’ve been behind?

After the dinner, I tried my best to eat some cherries. I couldn’t taste the deliciousness of them mostly because I was quite full somehow. I did have tried a few before the dinner and I found them such a sweet surprise.

I like it raining when I am in the room.