I played in a soccer game this afternoon/evening, and it was so god-damn cold, wet, and windy, I thought maybe I had slept until November, and I was kind of pissed off that I had missed the Summer. Anyway, I got so fucking cold and wet out there -- and it must be noted that similar conditions in the winter are met with greater preparation in terms of clothing and mindset, thus apparently exaggerating the effect of these conditions this time of year -- that I had the heat cranked in the car while driving to Kent for the Foxy Night Luau and was still shivering. It was that damp-and-chilled to the bone feeling that makes one wonder what dying of hypothermia must be like... not pleasant, I must say....

Anyway, that's 'bout enough of my weather-related whining... I could write more (and lord knows I haven't been writing enough in this space lately) but I want to go to bed... lousy depressing Sunday nights!