Falling asleep to the sound of rain is fantastic. Here is my textual interpretation of this rain:

pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh pshh psh pshh...

My point being that it is so so so soothing. Hopefully it won't subconsciously motivate me to urinate. I haven't wet the bed since I was ten. 

Anyways.

Today, I ran out of gas. My accelerator just suddenly stopped working. Fortunately, I was within a few miles of my house, and after a short time, my neighbor brought me a few gallons of gasoline (he's a really nice guy). During that time, however, someone decided it was necessary to call 911 about a car on the side of the road, so a police officer pulled up, lights flashing, making it appear as though I'd been pulled over. Considering that he asked for my license and registration, and many passerbys gawked at me, I might as well have been.

My day improved later. It was Kelsey Lee's birthday, so we all went to her house for dinner. Kelsey said it was "formaly", but there was a spectrum of attire, from casual (Jeff, Lanny) to dressy (me, Michela). We DP'ed in her basement to mainly-awful-but-also-mainly-good music, like that "skeet skeet skeet" song. 

We also did some filming for our documentary. Phoebe, if you're reading this, I forgot to give you the camera/you forgot to take it. 

Happening right now: My back aches from not slouching all day.