Seriously, fuck this weather.

Every morning for the past week I’ve gotten out of bed determined to ride my scooter to work, and every morning I’ve been disappointed. I am sick of rain. I don’t care if it is pointless to be petulant over the normal pre-spring rainfall in Vancouver; I am pouting and stomping around and slamming doors.

I was going to ride in this morning, wetness be damned – but then I saw a car floating merrily down our street and had to hastily rethink the plan. I stole the car again, which made Ed’s pants even crankier than normal – he had plans for the day, and I foiled them. I am clearly a master criminal, even when I’m not trying to be. I should branch out into other crimes, like extortion and grand larcenies.

I had another reason for not scooting today; one that is a little less scientific than the last. It’s been almost two years since I dislocated my shoulder, but for the last two days it’s been acting up something fierce – Ol’ Dislocatey is trying to tell me something, and I am just superstitious enough to think that perhaps it’s trying to keep me off my scooter in the cold November rain. I’ll stay off Oscar until the roads dry or my shoulder stops hurting, whichever comes first, and I will feel somewhat silly for letting myself be ruled by irrational phantom pains because clearly my scientific mind scoffs at such beliefs.

Hey, today is Miranda’s birthday. We’re going out tonight to celebrate on Commercial Drive – there will be dinner and bowling and things that glow in the dark and if I am she is lucky, some full frontal nudity. Hooray! Good times ahead!

I wonder if my shoulder will keep me from sucking at bowling.

I broke my glasses again this morning – the ones I replaced in November because the frames broke? Yeah, the new ones broke in the same place. Now I get to go deal with the store and be upset that I’ve spent almost $600 on this one pair of glasses because I keep having to replace parts. I’ll have to get something new and different, and I will probably end up looking like a square and that makes me sad.

I am surprisingly jolly for a rainy gray day in March.