It’s Raining Again

I can't believe I ever said I loved the rain. That was back in Sac when the sun always shined. So I liked a little weather variation. The hard-core thunder was the best.

Well, here I am, all ready to suffer in the NY humidity I've been warned so much about, and it's raining. In the middle of June. The only good thing about it at this point is the sound it makes. I leave my window open at night because it gets kind of warm in here if I don't. And when it rains, I love falling asleep to the sound it makes. It's quite soothing. That combined with getting all nice and warm under the covers makes for a wonderul winter -- uh, I mean -- almost summer night. I was here two years ago this week with Erin and it rained only one night. The rest of the time it was hot. So I'm waiting. I know I'm going to regret these words soon enough.I was in my borough all day. I finally watched the Tony's. That was a big mistake. It made me just want to see all the shows. And why the hell didn't Bernadette Peters win? I also took a walk tonight. I intended on finding a cafe in which to write in my journal but by the time I got near one, it was late and they would have closed. So it ended up being a trip to the bank and the store to get stuff for Paige who is sick.

I finally got a check in the mail today but I'm so happy that the bank has taken it upon itself to withhold most of it. I hate that. It's my money, but not yet. I also made lunch plans with Renata so that's tomorrow afternoon. Then it's to the center for another butch-femme meeting. I miss school. Freud. Tomorrow. I swear. But for now, goodnight.