on being sick and the rain
man i feel crappy. i guess i can be thankful that i feel so miserable when the weather is miserable too. i like to think that the world is empathetic, which i appreciate. it's torturous to feel sick when the beach is calling your name...

in terms of all this rain lately, i had a little discovery of the differences of pre-japan/post-japan britt. in the days o' pre-japan, i hated rain, i wanted nothing to do with it. i would avoid touching it, panic if i had to drive in it, and be overall disgusted with its mere existence. but after living in the land of sideways WET snow, frozen rain, and typhoons, i have come to have a different understanding of the levels of a storm, the timing of how long to stay in the rain, and what is and isn't considered "waterproof". i accept it now, and am much more tolerable of walking around sans umbrella.

but as i muse on this little nugget of self-development, i realize: hey smarty, maybe if you hadn't been walking around in the rain, you wouldn't be sick.