meximick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- an entry about weather I hate my raincoat. It provides no breathability whatsoever, hence after walking 3 blocks to the El station, beads of sweat form on the forehead, and my back is a humid day in Acapulco. And I was 20 minutes late to work today. And I'm still not gonna do much at all today. And when I go home today, I'll hop on the stationary bike for a while, then drink one beer. One 100oz. beer. And then pass out. Today is gray and humid. I can't deal with such a big weather change. Last week, I was freezing my ass off. Today as I tried my usual disconcerted commuter persona, engrossed in a book, quietly elbowing the huge fucking bastard of a jackass to my right to get him to not make physical contact with me, I was sweating like a malaria victim. Too much, too soon. Such is Chicago weather. Or maybe I do have malaria... Anyway, I do like the change of seasons. I think if I had to contend with the same weather everyday, like the same sunny perfectness of Los Angeles, I'd go insane. It would get boring for me. I need distinct separation of seasons. Four seasons. In Chi, there are about 3 seasons, really. Winter, which we have just gotten through, and now about one week of springtypey weather. Then on to silly summer heat and lots of sweating, then fall. I like fall. It's like the world is settling in for winter. Getting comfortable. Relaxing. Preparing for sleep. And then winter is a cold bite in the ass. The phrase of choice to deal with the bitter cold and sidewaysblowing snow is: "Holy shit! It's cold out there!" But it is fuckinggorgeous. I've lived in the cowchipbingo boondocks country, and now the big city, and I hope I will never get tired of a timid snowfall, or a crazy lightning storm, one where you're sure that a bolt will land right in front of you, or a fierce, driving rain that comes down in waterfall sheets. And I've had this window up all day. Started this entry at 9:20am, and now it's 2pm. My boss just showed me an email attachment she received. It was a dancing penis. I laughed like hell. Should I be concerned? And it's friday. loveyou. meximick 9:22 p.m. - 2001-04-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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