11:05 p.m. — Two minutes into my walk from the subway to my car, it starts drizzling outside. I continue at my leisurely pace, mostly because I’m too tired to walk faster. Lucky me, it starts POURING. I’m wearing a jean jacket, a flowy dress, and sneakers, so I’m in no way prepared for a rainstorm. I pull my jean jacket over my head and pick up the pace, but it’s futile. By the time I get to my car, my dress is dripping wet and my jean jacket is soaked. I look like I just went swimming. For some reason, I’m not surprised that my day would end like this.