less like cat feet and more like lion paws

this fine evening i had a midterm exam (! how did we get here so fast !) at school. when i got off my all-time favorite mode of transportation - BART - in balboa park there were great gusts of fog coming in off the water. is it proper to say a gust of fog? they were like giant grey curtains under the streetlights. after my five-question midterm (for which i was expected to bring in two pages of notes), which took me all of eighty minutes (and mostly because i had to draw a picture or two and i am persnickety about my diagrams) it was quite dark indeed. but the fog was still gusting in, if gusting is the word i want.

another person might call it unpleasant, but yours truly grew up in the great pacific northwest where if it ain't got damp in it, it's hardly air. it even had the decency to smell like the beach just a little, where it didn't smell like the bus or the desperation of campaign workers handing out pamphlets. which i recycled, thank you so much! i love the earth too ok?

i am reading skinny bitch. i am unsure whether this was a wise decision but it certainly makes the time pass waiting for that dublin/pleasanton train to show up. for the record, i am a savvy girl but i already look passably fabulous about half the time. lessons learned so far: my aspartame tummyaches are not all in my head; fruit is great; and meat will rot in you, so stop eating it.

hmmm. even chicken-apple sausage on christmas? that's gonna be a hard sell.