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2002-05-02
Ah. Bicycled home from Delilah's last night in the pouring rain, and let me tell you, I was wet. My pants were soaked through and the wind glued them to my legs. The jacket which kept me warm all winter was totally drenched, the sweater beneath was wet, and the t-shirt under all of that was well past moist.
The wind was blowing right into my face the whole time, making the raindrops feel like sharp bits of gravel.
It was probably the most fun I've had in a couple of months.
tew