Tempura fried everything

I keep saying to myself that I'm going to do some serious writing this summer break, which is hard because I don't know where to begin. I try to psyche myself up, assuring myself that I always have a few false starts when I work on a project and if I just power through them I'll punch through the other side and make something wonderful, but really... without deadlines, I'm not getting much done.

I went out for sushi and tempura tonight with a friend, and we spent about an hour talking about how we looked a lot like hipsters (Me with my bangs and what he called a "hipster bun" and a cardigan, him in horn-rimmed glasses and a very hipster button up) but weren't hipsters... I'm pretty sure if you spend an hour talking about not being a hipster, you by definition now are a hipster, congratulations.

And then I had the bright idea of putting an entire tempura mushroom in my mouth, which ended about as well as putting an entire tempura mushroom in your mouth can ever end. (Hint: it burns.)

We played hot-potato with the leftovers before passing them off on one of the guys working the night shift at Gamestop, who is a friend of my friend, and who he is buttering up in hopes of scoring a job, and then grabbed bubble tea while trying to stall before driving back. It was raining pretty hard, but it showed no sign of stopping so we decided to bite the bullet and head in. It was like driving under water. I was doing ten to fifteen under speed limit on the highway and for once no one cared. The lightning was INTENSE.

And then when I got home it happened to be the one place in the city where it was merely drizzling. But then the rain started a bit later and it was a frickin' monsoon.

A typical June in northeast Florida?

Pretty much.