I wish it would stop raining.

I feel like I’m stranded. Sean’s asleep in bed, so I can’t be in there. It’s Saturday, so I can’t take over the living room (no one’s told me that, but it’s not my house and I wouldn’t feel right doing it). I’m in Sean’s old bedroom with my laptop sitting on the treadmill. It’s uncomfortable and I feel alone.

I’ve finished reading news and webcomics, so I’m bored. And I’m full of nervous energy, because the thing I was mad about last night hasn’t been resolved. I want to be doing something.

I’d go biking if it wasn’t raining.