Dear Diary . . . day by day

Thursday October 12th - Small Shit
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2000 I worked out everything with the person I was angry with, and the contrast in my mood is so dramatic! I'm just relieved; I don't enjoy being that kind of angry.
The worst thing that happened to me today is that my Mexican Black Bean Spinach Salad from Monteros (one of my favorites things to eat in the Bay Area; an indulgence; a treat) was missing its beans. Sigh. I guess I'll have to eat fish tonight or something, as I'm probably overdue for a protein boost.
I bought a couple of computer games for cheap at Costco - Diablo (my old version only runs on Windows) and Warcraft II. I justify this by thinking I'll play them on the airplane ride next week, although from what I hear, that's only good while the person in front of you has their seat in the upright position. Blech. Airplanes are WAY too crowded, if you ask me, and I resent being charged hundreds of dollars to be packed like a sardine AND not be able to at least distract myself with my $2000 laptop (with the broken USB and ethernet ports). Maybe before takeoff? Maybe I'll get the emergency row? Who knows; I'm surely due for a run of GOOD luck, yes?
Ack, I'm not feeling up to a long journal entry today, folks. Sorry. I'm in a decent mood, but my neck is a bit stiff. I could give you a laundry list of petty grievances, but that's not fun. All I have to say is that yesterday I got an email from Mom telling me (basically) not to sweat the small shit (ps you need a cat). (Note: I can't have a cat. No pets lease plus my favorite housemate, Jen, is deadly allergic. However, the cat that hangs out (and poops) in our front yard is now consenting to let us pet her, so maybe she can fill in when I'm hanging outside.) Then Holly, my wise baby sister, gave me the same advice packaged a bit differently (admitting that it's easier said than done) later that night. I can't WAIT to see my Mom and my sister and my friends and my cats next week! I think this is going to be so good for me, to go home for a bit and not have to deal with the Holidays at the same time!
Exercise log:
Dropped in on a Funk Aerobics class. The instructor was late, spent half the class going through a routine way too slowly for me personally (I have enough dance training that I can pick things up after two times through, usually), then didn't even run that routine through once but went immediately into a half a dozen OTHER routines, none of which I knew. It was frustrating as hell, as each routine only happened once, so I never had time to catch the steps and actually DANCE (others were doing worse than I was, although the longtime students were loving it). After that frustration, I went into the weight room and did my back and biceps. I was exhausted and sobbing in the steam room when it was all over, although my tears had nothing to do with my workout.
Writing log:
Researched Samhain (sow-in) for an article I want to write for Strange Horizons.
I'm currently reading:
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier

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