Quite shockingly wet out.

While working today, effete song lyrics have been pouring forth from my mind, forgetting most, but here's a sample:

Carson Fletchley sits in his window and watches the rain- he feels strange.
Stranger yet as he sits on his front step, awaiting deliveries.
Crippled by incest, his startling intellect goes for the next best bet.
Carson Fletchley, Carson Fletchley, Carson Fletchley, oh!
Carson Fletchley, Carson Fletchley, Carson Fletchley, oh!
Carson Fletchley lies dreaming of minarets and thinks of last morning's sex.
Proceeding dialectically, he lies in his reverie, the subtleties of context.
Crippled by incest, his startling intellect goes for the next best bet.
Carson Fletchley, Carson Fletchley, Carson Fletchley, oh!
Carson Fletchley, Carson Fletchley, Carson Fletchley, oh!