You've got to love coincidences.

So, earlier tonight dad and I were going to watch The Eye (Mandarin horror movie) and I would be the one navigating our lil Civic through the "busy" midnight freeways.

Half an hour before we were suppose to leave, there's two flashes of lightning followed quickly by one mother of a down pour. Hey Karen, I think your empath skills are affecting the weather as well.

Add the harsh winds and it's like Wednesday and Florida all over again. Needless to say, the movie was cancelled for tonight.

Sis and I longed for one of those big and sweeping windows we had in our Arizona house so we could watch the rain pour and the lightning flash.

In other news, I do odd things with incense. Namely shaving it off of the stick and then rolling it up in some cigarette squares, so I have a ciggie that's nicely rose-scented and non-addictive... but the damned thing doesn't want to stay lit, so instead I've taken to laying the incense out on a large dish and setting it aflame. Paired with the muddy rain, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Eh. I figured that, given all of that stuff that I burn and inhale, I'll end up getting lung cancer anyways. Sis found it funny that I was burning incense and listening to Incubus.

Now I'm listening to some Damien Rice, drinking some god-awful diet A&W root beer, and hoping that he didn't get hurt while he drove around in the rain tonight.

Things have been interesting in fits and starts this summer. But I'm still ill-convinced about the dating possibilities that have come by. Yeah.

Hm... wonder if Mike's back from his lil sojourn to where ever. I should give him a call.

Just spent five minutes staring at the keyboard convincing myself that no, the letters aren't rearranging themselves. I need sleep. Badly. G'nighters.