Last night it rained really hard. It wasn't cold by any means, just wet. I met a friend for coffee around 10 last night then had to come back in the rain. I love the moments when you realize that no matter how fast you go, you're still going to get wet. My sprint home from Viccinos turned into a walk that had a little bounce to it. There is a type of joy that can be taken from those moments, or you can complain and ruin the moment. Life is wet, and there's nothing we can do but enjoy what comes our way.
Hmmm. Who would have thunk that it would take me a year to figure out how to sign in to this thing. I think I'm quitting xanga. I'm sick of it. So from here on in....this is where you'll find out about me.