Reticence had nothing to do with it. Really, truly, I was simply and profoundly affected by the weather. The drizzle outside was enough of a departure from the sunny status quo to send me into a maddeningly deep and dark downward spiral, albeit a brief one. I sat somber and morose, working on nothing and yet working to stay looking busy. What a sad charade - actually even a little embarrassing - and not the least bit beneficial, for anyone. I mean, here I was, in a climate all but unchanging in its awesomeness, and I still manage to slip into some abject pit of despair at a moment's notice. At least the rain would help clear away the smog, I thought, and yet somehow this was still slightly depressing. What was worse was that the rain had made this morning's drive to work even less convenient than usual. Drivers here have a habit of freaking the fuck out when the road starts to shine - the seldom-seen effect of precipitation on pavement. Still, I had a sneaking suspicion that my temperament was less-than temporary - it was logical to assume that I had been working up to feeling under the weather. I had been writing too much, drinking, and surreptitiously smoking out of my apartment's kitchen window, so at this point I was merely looking for an excuse to emote. I looked out at the grey, thought for a moment about how everything looked less sexy under its new-found coat of shit-water, and imagined God with a gravy boat.
My eyes wandered over to the girl in the BMW next to me. I fell in love with her for as long as the streetlight would allow, and was abruptly brought back to reality by a blasting car horn. I had yet to change my Missouri license plates over to the coveted California tags, so my fellow road-warriors took every opportunity to remind me I was in the way.
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