It's Friday, and the sky is gray.

Why is it that whenever something cool is planned, or even not-planned, such as the approach of a weekend, the sky turns gray? If it were Tuesday or Wednesday, I wouldn't care if the sky was yucky or even if it poured the entire day. But today we have a picnic planned for work, and we went out and bought $400 worth of food that HAS to be eaten, so postponing it isn't much of an option...hopefully God will take out a blue magic marker and recolor the sky. He'd be standing there in his undies, having just rolled out of bed, with the marker in his hand and his hair sticking up in all sorts of different directions. God in his undies with caveman hair. I bet someone could paint a very cool picture of that, and then receive all sorts of hate mail from people who also sent Joan Osborne hate mail for suggesting (gasp) that If God Were One Of Us, he might take the bus home. Geez, like God doesn't have to get around town, too? Sure, Jesus walked everywhere, but they didn't have mass rapid transit back then, either. C'mon people, get real. I'm sure God wears underwear, too.

And in other news, it's damn cold in here. And I smell like a cow in my new leather jacket. A good-smelling cow, but a cow nonetheless, because it's leather, and it's new. I'm sure I look quite stupid, dressed for a picnic and wearing a black leather jacket, but what the hell. At least the jacket is cool.

On the way to work this morning, I saw about a dozen or more motorcyclists all going somewhere together...it just made me smile in a huge grin that wouldn't go away, and made me yearn for some rock-n-roll. So I popped in some AC/DC, and rolled down the windows and sped away. It was a good moment.