I am now (read: since 2004) the typical southern Californian who freaks out when it comes to driving in the rain.
I love the rain. I love when it rains.
I hate driving in the rain. I hate feeling my car hydroplane. I hate that there’s no way around it. If it wasn’t “end of month” I would have called in. That probably would have been safer than crying and white knuckling it the entire way to work. The kind of crying whenever i have to get blood drawn though. A very passive, non-face-wrinkling, can’t stop these tears kind of cry.
Note to self: opt for the busy, traffic filled freeway instead of the usual hilly, empty highway.
Anyways… I signed up for a spin/cycle membership. I’ve already canceled once on account of too much paperwork to do. And I’m canceling again on account of 6:30-is-just-too-damn-early-on-a-rainy-Saturday-morning.
I’d much rather sleep in and practice handstands.
This isn’t going anywhere anymore.