Coleman Captive

So, um...it's raining. Outside. Right now. Considering it's one in the morning, my reaction should be "Yay! Cuddle weather!" but instead I'm like, "Boo! I pose a risk of getting electrocuted when I try to go home!" I decided that, after spending all day in sweats working in the humidity on technical theatre things, I ought to go to a show in a dress and sandals to feel a little bit less gross. Well, the show was lovely, and the thin material of my dress was greatly preferable to the overly insulated pants I exchanged them for, but when it was over, I felt it my duty to head back to the library to work on my website, since I'd found it to be impossible to do from my extremely crappy computer. Well, it turns out, I didn't fare much better on the library computers, which have all manner of restrictions on thm, not the least of which is, making it impossible for me to sift through the documents section. So, when I finally resolved that I'd done about all I could do and should pack it in, I didn't feel bad about it. I stepped outside with my headphones and my phone, cringing a little at making the walk in such impractical shoes...and then there was the water. On my head and all around me. My first though was, eh, it's not too bad. Then the sky lit up and immediately gave me second thoughts. I am not properly dressed nor particularly inclined to walk home alone late at night in a dress and sandals in the rain with no coat or umbrella when there is also lightning happening with pretty consistent frequency. So I'm back at the library computer, trying to figure out what to do with myself until either the rain lets up, a friend takes pity on me, or I become very brave. It's started raining harder since I came back in, less than ten feet from the building where I have class in six and a half hours. Another all-nighter it is for me. Providence is sending me some interesting signals.