  I glanced out my window to see what the weather was like, and if I'd need a jacket.&nbsp; It looked all sunny and bright with just a slight breeze, then I did a double take and saw the great impending doom lurking over twin peaks stretching out and over downtown and the Marina and all the rest of San Francisco.&nbsp; We're talking thick, dark, nasty fog! Living in the Mission is a lie.&nbsp; It's warmer, sunnier, a bit smellier, and dare I say more 'hip'&nbsp;than the majority of San Francisco.&nbsp;&nbsp;I knew&nbsp;I better grab my hoodie, and thankfully I did, because it is so cold and dark and grey here it's killing me. I recall the happy years we had underthe sun. But in the darkness where I am, all the happiness is gone. &nbsp; anyway, I'm trying to have some fun today.&nbsp; I only have one more hour here and then I'm free! &nbsp; But I look like crap!&nbsp; I don't care what the junkie waiting in line at the Methadone clinic said. (He yelled out "you're soooo beautiful" in an almost scary way. ) To make matters worse I spilled my bosses old nasty coffee down the front of me.&nbsp; At least it's jeans day and I'm wearing a black shirt so you can't see it.&nbsp; But still.&nbsp; I smell like old coffee now.&nbsp; EW. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
