grey sucks

Something about grey, rainy days that bring the hammer down on me. There is so little to do; not that I ever did much anyway. I could go bowling I suppose, but that would require me to put on and then take off then put on again, a lot of clothes just to participate in an overpriced and worthless game that has brought me more sorrow than cheer. I could stay indoors and wish the grey away. Maybe that way I can bring out the sun so I could walk about through all the muddles. I hate grey days because it closes the doors of my perception and weakens me to the point of slumber.