The days and nights near the waterfront can keep you wet. It rains a lot in this part of the country and if you’re not used to it where you’re from the water feels like torture, sometimes. The people from around here think it’s cool to talk about it a lot. Maybe, I’m just a grump. It’s just that there’s water every. I’m still waiting for the building manager to come back cause she has the keys to my place. I’m getting sick and tired of walking around the area like a dog waiting for it’s owner. I get mad and I start yelling at people. Not all the time. I’m usually hungry or thirsty or tired or all three. I wish there was somewhere dry I could put a doggie bed and some dog bowls. Someplace, where they would be safe and easy to find in case I forgot.