Rain

We keep having these TORRENTIAL rain storms. They are kind of fantastic - like nature is taking over completely and we are absolutely helpless. I kind of love it. Except when the rain comes in my windows and all over my floors and ruins things. But still - how can you not love it?

Is stream of consciousness writing a bad way to keep a blog? I know it's a new toy but I keep coming up with things to say.I think that right now it's mostly because I'm kind of drunk. I had many pints and walked home - it was beautiful. One thing I love about this city is that it's big enough that you can do that - wander home, drunk and hooked up to your ipod and no one gives you a spare glance. It's the best feeling - you can let the warm wind wash over you and feel mostly uninhibited - it makes me feel young and carefree and alone - but alone in a good way. I love living in a big city. I love anonymity. I love it when no one in the world knows where I am. What does that say about me?

Today would have been my mother's birthday. She would have been 78. She died 18 years ago and I miss her. Sometimes I'm not sure what I miss because I don't remember what it's like to have a mother. Sometimes I just miss feeling like I do.