its raining its pouring

i couldn't make money today because of this rain. instead of rolling in the dollah dollah bills I'm stuck inside this box full of fucking tension. three humans who don't understand one another shouldn't be locked up together. over analysing my life is something i should consider never doing again, but once i start its impossible to stop. too many fucking metaphors are trying to work their way into this. i refuse to sound cliché. this weather is doing nothing for anyone. i heard on the news that people have died. this is completely insane and I'm not in the greatest mood, nor is anyone I've spoken to. today is not a good day but my fingers are crossed that this bad mood will clear by tomorrow.