MIKA-DODO

Its raining,May,Madrid,Rain.
Today I have to study. May,Madrid,Rain,Victor Hugo.
But before I do so, I want to write.(Just for a little while,I promised my self that at 11,00 I'd be studying).
No ideas. It seems that the rain has swallowed all my imagination,I hate it when the sky is grey.
May,Madrid,Rain,Victor Hugo,No-imagination.
I've been thinking what to write next for the last 5 minutes,but I dont like it,so I keep on deleting it.
May,Madrid,Rain,Victor Hugo,No-imagination,delete.
Yes,this is definetly me sounding lame,writing lame,and waiting to study aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall about Walter Scott.
Baby,I love days like this.