I guess I’m scared of Thunderstorms.
Last night, I didn’t sleep a wink because I was too fascinated/freaked by the lightning & water show raging outside my window. It was beautiful, scary, but mostly just depressing. It’s hard for me to stay cooped-up in a small apartment for so many days in a row. I get moody, restless, and a touch more cuckoo than I already am.

G lovingly waiting for a cab, while getting drenched in the rain (typhoons don't photograph well, but please believe, they are present in these photos)
The nasty weather propels me to continuously say to G, “This is the Summer of Our Discontent.” Which he really doesn’t appreciate because it is totally false (we are quite content & feel very lucky to live this experience 98% of the time), but I think it’s funny. So, I’ll keep on saying it.
Anyway, the reason I have time to tell you all this por la mañana, is because G & I are skipping Korean class today. Rebels? Not quite. We definitely attempted to go to class (or at least G did…which counts for both of us), but we actually can’t leave our apartment because our neighborhood is completely flooded. There is about a foot & a half of running water surrounding our building.
Wonder if G will find a way to get to work…
Or can I convince him to take a Rain Day?
Wish me luck!