Rainy days and Mondays always bring me down.

I HATE THE WEATHER.
I waited and waited for daylight savings a month ago, and as soon as it hit it became overcast and cold every. single. day.
I do not want to wear excess clothing anymore.
I do not want to wear socks. (I don't anyway, but I don't like feeling like I should be).
I want to become a slightly darker shade than the current see-through-blue that I am, and I cannot do so under the incessantly gray sky.
However, since I got contacts I can now see to drive in the rain. That's new. Not being able to see would have been another thing to bitch about in the past, but I really can't anymore.
The downside is I have to put slimey pieces of plastic on my eyeballs and then remove them WITHOUT getting salt from Pringles in my eyes. That's complex. I got salt in my eyes all the time prior to ever getting contacts.
Zzz.

Oh no.

I have to write 750 to 1000 words on "Oliver!" a play I saw six months ago because I chose not partake in the going to another play for the assignment.
I don't remember Oliver. I remember going with someone who had to in the interest of getting out of my house. I remember an awful lot of singing and canoodling and carrying on and some wanting to die on my part.
Then I have to write about Hamlet.
I really don't want to be in the 13th grade forever.
Hopefully a certain Hamlet loving significant other wants to help me with that. Wink wink, nudge nudge.