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Today was my boss's birthday; we had eclairs. If you live in Berkeley, or
near to, and have need of something sinfully sweet, I highly recommend the
Hopkins Street Bakery. Sure, they're pricey, but Joe (my boss) swears
it's the only place in the US where he's had eclairs as good as they make
in Paris. Mmmm. I'm on a sugar high. If it weren't for the eclairs, I'd be sluggish and quick to cry. In fact, this morning I was yelling at the poor (incompetent!) people at Walgreens. I only lost it and yelled once, and spent the rest of the time with my head down, muttering about how tired I was and how stupid it makes me feel when I lose my temper in public like that. They still gave me a wide berth, and I now have an inkling of what it must feel like to be a crazy person on the street. Or maybe it was my floppy hat. When I'm smiling, the hat gets tons of compliments (I've received at least half a dozen today alone); when I'm grumpy, it instantly dissolves me into "crazy lady" status. It's a sea-green straw hat with a flexible brim (usually in some wacky swoops) and a big straw mauvish flower on top. It's a stellar sun hat, and it has more character than I do, I swear. But it's too eccentric to wear when I'm in a bad mood; I can't begin to convince people of my sanity then. Did I tell you WHY I was tired...? No. Ok, well I just can't sleep 'cause I'm too damn excited about SPAIN!! I leave in 3 DAYS people! Whoo-hoooo! Ok, sugar crash starting...brain slowing down...beginning to resemble slug....ick. | ||
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