What a weekend

My umbrella fell apart just as the rainy season kicks in.

I discovered the soles on both my boots are coming off, just as the rainy season kicks in.

Some mean, rich people bought the house I live in and I have a maximum of three months to find a new home because they "need the space."

How long before the cats figure out what a loser I am and run away? Ugh, sorry folks, but I am wallowing in the self-pitying stage of being driven out of my home.

I hate the world.