Monsoon.

So today I got stuck in a monsoon.

When I went to work this fine morning, it was raining fairly hard.

When I left work this lovely pm, it was literally flooding in front of my eyes.

I ran to the subway and went to class.

A professor and I had a little email war this past weekend, and we had a meeting today after class. Well. I definitely shocked him by revealing myself as THE "J" he had been so angry with. I utilized this to speak to him like a child, instructing him how to be a professor, whilst using my tears to prevent him from getting offended. I cry. It's not something I control. :/

The monsoon outside matched the monsoon in my tearducts--fortunately, I had umbrellas for both.

But then I had a lovely yoga class. We conned David into taking Ashtanga classes, and he's finally developed his own personal style that I really enjoy. Less of the "monologue" ickyness that has been