Rain.

It is 7:06pm on Friday and I am drunk off of a single glass of wine, albeit a rather large one. It's been raining all day and my puppy is asleep on my right leg. I've spent the last few hours reclining lazily in bed reading books not worth mentioning, you know the sort that you feel somewhat guilty and embarrassed about reading, mostly because if they are not impressively intellectual they must not be worth the pages they are printed upon. I think I must have fostered that notion while obtaining a degree in literature 1,095 days ago.

Today was a good day. It was bonus day which consequently came with a command to take the afternoon off, not so much because we deserve it but probably so that we could spend the time stimulating the economy with the checks that cheerily arrived on our doorsteps, a duty which I never fail to execute. I bought myself an outrageous ring because after thinking it over, the only immediate allure marriage holds over me is the receiving of pretty sparkling things. I certainly don't want to commit to an eternal union over some metal and precious rock.

July was a busy month and a happy month because the stars aligned and suddenly three of my good friends found themselves living in Wisconsin. Apparently, it is the place to relocate for employment. Who would have guessed?

Tonight I was going to make oven friend chicken and a black eyed pea salad but instead I ate the remaining cookies from the batch I baked for the firefighters on Thursday and some string cheese. I'm in love with a fireman named Pete, I'm pretty sure he knows it given my persistent flirtation and proclivity to gift him and the other firefighters, but especially him, with baked goods. I know nothing about him, he could be married, he could be eighteen years old, but he has sparkly eyes and laughs at my stupid jokes.

August is always a dramatic month for me but instead of being appropriately apprehensive about what might unfold, I am simply bubbling with anticipation. But let's take a trip down memory lane.

In August of 2004, I was somewhat secretly dating the ex-convict and all of my high school friends revolted against me and probably rightly so because I was so obnoxiously full of myself. I moved into the sorority house and later experienced what must have been a mental breakdown.

In August of 2005, I was beginning a lurid affair with the billionaire via phone and interoffice email and upon examination of the archives, I was somewhat in love with my high school friend Chris, or at least, we had lots of sex that August.

In August of 2006, the architect was gone and I found myself heartbroken, I experienced my first foray into online dating, which was marginally more successful than my current attempt, I found myself living a block away from the ex-convict, which I'm sure was a cosmic accident and Fernando, the puppy, became a part of my life.

In August of 2007, the billionaire discovered my blog and all of my uncertainties about our relationship. I lamely told him it was fiction and he never mentioned it again though I think it was then that we both realized that things between us would never fit perfectly together. I abandoned the blog, writing and everything creative and kind of regret it. That was the beginning of the end.

In August of 2008, I brazenly talked the billionaire into breaking up with me, not knowing that he actually would. He did and I moved out of his house and back to my parents, which was sort of like breaking out of prison and discovering freedom. The only hiccup was that he was still my boss. Those were a messy few months.