you know you want this life.

I glanced out my window to see what the weather was like, and if I'd need a jacket.  It looked all sunny and bright with just a slight breeze, then I did a double take and saw the great impending doom lurking over twin peaks stretching out and over downtown and the Marina and all the rest of San Francisco.  We're talking thick, dark, nasty fog! Living in the Mission is a lie.  It's warmer, sunnier, a bit smellier, and dare I say more 'hip' than the majority of San Francisco.  I knew I better grab my hoodie, and thankfully I did, because it is so cold and dark and grey here it's killing me.

I recall the happy years
we had underthe sun.
But in the darkness where I am,
all the happiness is gone.
 
anyway, I'm trying to have some fun today.  I only have one more hour here and then I'm free!
 
But I look like crap!  I don't care what the junkie waiting in line at the Methadone clinic said. (He yelled out "you're soooo beautiful" in an almost scary way.) To make matters worse I spilled my bosses old nasty coffee down the front of me.  At least it's jeans day and I'm wearing a black shirt so you can't see it.  But still.  I smell like old coffee now.  EW.