Boston, City of the Weather Wizard

More rain than Seattle.

Windier than Chicago.

Also, less considerate than New York City, and nearly as gay as San Francisco.

Every weekend since I've come here has had shittier weather than the last.

It SNOWED yesterday, people. It's not even November.

And yet, today, the sun was out shining, and it was over 60 degrees.

You didn't even need a jacket.

Had I known, I would've gotten up earlier and went for a nice stroll.

Instead, I spent most of my day just killing time.

Weather aside, this was simply a day I did not need.

Hell, against my best judgment, I did the laundry.

Doing laundry in a city dorm on a Sunday? That's suicide, gents.

I am wasting my God damn meal plan. I missed lunch. And I'm about to miss dinner

... Now.

I need to eat cheap to make up for this money I'm wasting.

And Wendy's is, of course, open late.

I have a disposable camera here with twenty-one shots left before I can develop it.

It would've been a nice day to just go around and take pictures, had I gotten up earlier.

Oh. I fucking forgot to put detergent in the washer. Is that REALLY bad?

I mean, water alone is pretty clean, right?

Man, I hate Sundays so bad.

At least that deluge of work is out of the way. For now.