more coming later, if Merv doesn't suddenly die on me

I mean it without all the normal sarcasim that would be generally linked to such a statement, but walking home from the bus stop last night in the pouring rain of a flash thunderstorm, the breeze twirling my skirt until it was as utterly soaked as the rest of me, was exactly what I needed at that moment.

(Rather late) new year's resolution: screw maturity, I'm going to play in the rain more. It apparently cures bad moods and headaches.