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You guys...I am about to commit a rant. You have been warned.

On grey days and in the twilight hours I believe that all cars should have their lights on. But there are many, many drivers who are apparently not of this opinion and just don't bother. And it pisses me off something fierce, because it's fucking dangerous. I try to keep my eyes peeled for stupid drivers of all persuasions, but the ones who don't turn their lights on unless it is pitch black outside really drive me nuts.

Now, one solution would be for all cars to have running lights-- if you turn the car on, the lights turn on, and when you shut it off, the lights turn off. Some cars already have this. I don't actually know if it is standard in new cars or not. But even if it is, that doesn't really do anything to make people with older cars turn on their fucking head lights.

Last week I was walking back from the mall near my work and it was twilight and I began to cross a small side street before I even saw the orange car in the road. The only reason I actually saw it was because the driver had his blinker on. I did that thing that I do which nobody can interpret correctly, where I rapidly open and close my hand at them to signal that they need to turn their lights on. The driver rolled down his window to ask me what the hell I was doing so I was able to ask him to turn his lights on, please. Which he then did.

This morning (when it was both early and overcast) I ranted at a fellow pedestrian as we walked to the T about how frustrating and dangerous it is that drivers don't turn their lights on enough, that they think "Oh, it's not really dark out, I won't bother". He seemed to agree with me, but I don't think he was expecting a rant quite so early in the morning. He remarked that it's worse in the morning because all these drivers are sneaking about looking for parking spaces so they dart out of side streets with no warning.

Yeah. As a pedestrian, I pretty much hate cars. A lot.

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The thing is, it's actually rather pleasant out today. On the ground, the weather is mildly misty and warm enough that you only need one layer over whatever shirt you happen to be wearing. But once you get back inside and can look out at the true pea-soup nature of things...ugh. I just want to crawl under the desk and take a nap.

*really big yawn*

Oh. I had things I meant to do with my time while sitting at the reception desk. I should do them.

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Because I am a Delinquent with a capital 'D' and also Lazy and somewhat under the weather I skipped tai chi (again). Instead I got a bowl of soup at the new bar/restaurant/cafe in Harvard Square (where The Greenhouse used to be) called Tory Row. My thoughts: good black bean soup, confusing name (why did you call it that, you guys?), and at least one very hot bar tender. Also, all the waitresses were very friendly.

After that I got a free ice cream cone at Ben & Jerry's. I then walked up Mass Ave to Porter in the light rain. I mostly didn't use my bright green umbrella because it was really pretty and misty out. I listened to Thea Gilmore and just let the rain fall on my head and tried to relax. I really love walking in the rain.

I stopped in at Cambridge Naturals and got a pair of really comfy on sale sneakers made from sustainable stuff (hemp, organic cotton, recycled tires) and then I went to The House of the Purple Cats to feed and hang out with said cats. (I adore A, but she seems to have neglected to get cat food. All I have left of the dry cat food is what's in the little red bucket and unless she hid the cans of wet cat food somewhere really silly, there's nothing left of that either. So...I will be picking up some cat food after work tomorrow.)

My feet kind of hate me for being on them all day long, but I don't really care.