soooooo melancholy. san francisco sucks right now. the day we left for chicago, 60 degrees and sunny walking down divisadero street. i was sweating from all the clothes i had on going to the airport. so we get to chicago and hey, let's have the "coldest day ever at soldier field". that sounds like fun! so freezing with no snow on christmas. sure we had some flurries, but nothing would stick. all the hot chocolate, popcorn, and harry potter in the world is going to make it christmas unless there's some goddamned snow on the ground. now, i'm going to tell you something and i want you to listen closely:

THE MOVIES LIE! DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE!

i always dreamed that if i moved away i would get all nostalgic and mushy around the holidays. i would travel home, play in the snow, decorate the tree, eat a turkey on christmas, etc. we would leave kid brother at home (on accident of course) and then head to the airport. did i mention we stayed up all night baking cookies?

so it was cold at home. but as soon as we got back, it warmed up in chicago. and then the skies of san francisco and let out the flood of floods. it started the day we got back (a coincidence you ask?! i think not.) which was december 26th and it has been raining ever since. understand that my life is based on getting around on my bike and my scooter and comfortable shoes. i've been taking the smelly bus. my hair is permanantly wet. i can't seem to get warm. the roof of the gym leaks into the exercise room. i'm getting severely depressed.

i would expect something like this from seattle or london, ireland even. but not you san francisco. oh no not you. if san francisco knows anything it's hippies and sunshine right?