I hate Portland.
No, no, I love Portland, but it drives me up the wall with its weather. I suppose I should simply be happy that it rained enough to speak of three days in a row and it's only September. But I really wish that when it's pouring and splattering and making a big ol' rainy mess outside, that it would KEEP doing that for long enough to change into my running clothes, finish my chapter, or whatever it is I need to do before going out. I see and hear the rain, I say "mmm that looks so fun" and I bolt for my room because I know it's liable to be fleeting but I hurry up and change into sweats hoping to go exercise and get soaked... and by the time I get out the door, it's down to a mere sprinkle. As usual. Why do I even try?
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