splish splash
man it's wet out.
ain't nothing like being in a florida rainstorm, but it sucks for san francisco. we've had TWO whopping days of it, and people are freakin'! on the news, i heard about a kazillion car accidents because of the 0.6 inches of rain we got sunday. yes, that's right -
zero point six. that's not even an inch.
and people freak.
granted, there was probably about 6-months-worth of oil caked on the highways, since we haven't had rain in eons. so maybe it was a bit like trying to walk on an ice skating rink in tennis shoes. impossible. i don't know. as you're aware, i was home watching sports all day (insert embarrased grin here).
speaking of which (i swear, this is all i'll write about the sox today), YEAH BABY! WE LOVE YOU, ORTIZZLE!
back to the rain discussion. i woke up early to work out today, as i have been doing on and off the last 2 weeks. after trekking all the way to my gym in the downpour and wind, water pouring off my hood and into my eyes, people's umbrellas inverting and flying every which way, the wind picking me up and chucking me down the street, after walking through ocean-sized puddles, i make it to the gym and find that they're closed because they lost power.
darkness.
and it's not the waking up early part that pissed me off. nor is it the fact that i got to work at 8 in the morning. and it's hardly the fact that i got so dang wet during my walk back to my office. nope. it's the fact that i didn't get to shower. that's what pisses me off.
thankfully, i brought my "Cowboy Up!" hat today to cheer on the... oh shoot. broke my own rule. i swore i wouldn't mention them.
well, thankfully, i brought a hat to cover the mangled mess of gnarly, wet hair on my head. now if only i had a hat to cover the rest of my stinky bod...
ain't nothing like being in a florida rainstorm, but it sucks for san francisco. we've had TWO whopping days of it, and people are freakin'! on the news, i heard about a kazillion car accidents because of the 0.6 inches of rain we got sunday. yes, that's right -
zero point six. that's not even an inch.
and people freak.
granted, there was probably about 6-months-worth of oil caked on the highways, since we haven't had rain in eons. so maybe it was a bit like trying to walk on an ice skating rink in tennis shoes. impossible. i don't know. as you're aware, i was home watching sports all day (insert embarrased grin here).
speaking of which (i swear, this is all i'll write about the sox today), YEAH BABY! WE LOVE YOU, ORTIZZLE!
back to the rain discussion. i woke up early to work out today, as i have been doing on and off the last 2 weeks. after trekking all the way to my gym in the downpour and wind, water pouring off my hood and into my eyes, people's umbrellas inverting and flying every which way, the wind picking me up and chucking me down the street, after walking through ocean-sized puddles, i make it to the gym and find that they're closed because they lost power.
darkness.
and it's not the waking up early part that pissed me off. nor is it the fact that i got to work at 8 in the morning. and it's hardly the fact that i got so dang wet during my walk back to my office. nope. it's the fact that i didn't get to shower. that's what pisses me off.
thankfully, i brought my "Cowboy Up!" hat today to cheer on the... oh shoot. broke my own rule. i swore i wouldn't mention them.
well, thankfully, i brought a hat to cover the mangled mess of gnarly, wet hair on my head. now if only i had a hat to cover the rest of my stinky bod...
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