The night's sleep didn't really do me any good; although the itchy leg madness has ceased, my throat's gotten worse meaning I spent the majority of my day croaking at my peers or giving up on speaking altogether. Everyone from my bus driver to my lecturers have taken the piss out of my voice, or lack thereof, but, despite that, returning to college was nowhere near as bad as I was anticipating. Hurrah!
I got off a few stops before my usual bus stop on the way home so I could walk in the rain. I'm not really a rain kind of person, complaining that it makes my hair frizz and covers my glasses with splotches that I constantly have to wipe away with makeshift finger windscreen wipers buuut today I enjoyed it, and it wasn't like it mattered if it ruined me because, well, I was only going home. I know it's really cliché to say so, but sometimes rain is really refreshing and today I felt I needed it.
The rain wasn't all good, though, especially during the walk from college to the bus stop...
It was like a worm massacre.
Honestly, I'm sure there were about fifty worms who during the rainy day had crawled (no, worms don't really crawl do they? slither? wriggle?) from the neatly manicured squares of grass on the college campus onto the main path. A mistake, I feel, as I noticed that almost every single one had been (accidentally, I hope) stamped on as students rushed home. Poor worms. After I carefully crept my way through the earthworm graveyard, I got to my bus stop only to be welcomed with an entire puddle splashed upon me thanks to a passing van. Brilliant.
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