Yikes. The sky opened up and is unleashing Hell on Connecticut in the form of rain and thunder. I can't help feeling like I'm stuck in the production of some low-budget movie on the Vietnam War.

Unfortunately, the storm has foiled my plans to go get much-needed comfort food (i.e. McDonald's french fries, piled with an excessive amount of salt and ketchup to maximize the probability of getting high blood pressure and clogged arteries). My dad believes that having had his license for a year, my brother is unfit to drive in such conditions, and although he himself feels confident with 30 years of driving experience under his belt, he doesn't want to deal with other nitwits on the road who travel at ten miles per hour as if it's going to make the rain slow down, too. Clearly he has been out of high school to long to understand the urgency of this situation.

On the contrary, though, I must admit that this was one of the best days I've had in a while. I suppose my only "problem" is that I feel some sort of impending doom, with two tests tomorrow and three major projects due on Monday. In all likelihood, I'm just concocting reasons to indulge in extremely fatty foods. But should people be denied such pleasures once in a while? I think not.

Ah, well. Happy June, everybody.