Portland gloom.

[grrltastic]

 It's days like today when I wish I still lived in Austin. Or Iowa. Or anywhere with sun. Because the clouds roll in for weeks at a time and food stops tasting good and all I want to do is sleep, but when I lay down my brain won't shut off and works itself into a frenzy of nostalgia and wanting and everything is just wet all the time.

I remember just before I left Austin I spent some time with a bike friend, Keith. He told me how when he lived in Seattle for a few years he got to a point where he painted a big orange circle on his ceiling and laid on the floor and cried because he missed the sun so, so much.

At the time I thought he was being melodramatic, but I understand now. This weather is oppressive. It makes everyone mean and impatient, myself included.

Summer is coming, I guess. But that promise feels pretty futile in the current moment.