Rain in L.A.

It's raining so hard, it woke me up. Water is being blown through our impossible to seal windows. It's a storm.

I feel like I should be running around the roof of the Bradbury building, maybe while naked.

Or go downtown and order chinese food from a street vendor, insisting on four servings, not just two.

Carry an umbrella with a glowing neon handle.

Or maybe I should play hooky and watch Blade Runner here at home, and watch Harrison Ford do all these things.

Sigh.