death by rain bullets

scooting in the rain is the absolute worst.

absolutely.


problem 1: my scooter glasses have no windshield wipers.
problem 2: my helmet does nothing to prevent my face from getting continuously painfully pelted by little bullets of rain whizzing through the air at forty miles an hour.
problem 3: my gloves are useless against the freezing air rushing through the thin skin on my poor delicate fingers thereby rendering them useless for a good ten minutes after i get home.

these are my only qualms. the cold isn't even that bad yet. it's just all this wet that makes it miserable.

in other news, my Fall Church Tour is continuing tomorrow. i'm planning on going to The Painted Door, as per the advice of a long-lost-aquaintance and promised-future-friend, joshua willis. josh was an acting major three years ahead of me at school, and we ran into each other at a party a couple weeks back and had a lovely conversation about life and God and film and things.

SO. that's the plan.

and we're one step closer to 820.
now i'm just waiting on my hamburger.


ps, it's october for cryin' out loud.
get it? this year is almost over?
Get It?