Raindrops keep fallin on my head...

Well it happened yesterday. I found myself drinking shitty beer, knee deep in the surf with giant Brazilian rain drops pelting my head. Once in a while I had to scurry back and move my stuff so the advancing tide wouldn't reach my clothes. The roar of the ocean and the chilly water were more relaxing than my people packed, sweltering apartment. The lightening out over the ocean was cool too. It was only a little annoying because super fit guys kept running past me down the beach.

"See, I work out in the rain and I'm pretty... you're just out here because you need drink off your 'Oh my God, I soooo do not belong here episode.'" Assholes.

I'm better now.