it's pucking fouring outside

It is fucking pouring outside. I can hear the rain smacking up against my window, quite loudly in fact. It's been raining since yesterday sometime; I wouldn't know exactly when it started raining yesterday because I slept all day. It was very nice. It seems like lately all I want to do is sleep and read and fall asleep reading. I think I need to hibernate for the next few months and then wake up when it's nice and warm out again.

Like usual, I forgot most of what I was going to say, but I feel like I may remember in the next few minutes. If that turns out to be the case, I'll post it. I bought this cheap (but cute) little notebook at Target the other day (god I love that place) so I can write down things I want to remember, random thoughts running through my mind, or stuff I want to look up next time I'm at a computer or something. I should find that little notebook and see what's written in there. I've forgotten already.