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I got something done. It was exhausting, but worth it. I was exultant. I was feeling good.
I ate brown rice cereal, almond milk, almonds, green rooibos tea and mango for breakfast. I finally got a little laundry done, not too soon. I had Thai red curry with shrimp and vegetables, rice, okra, green Rooibos tea, a pappadum and a piece of mango for lunch. I love it when my meals come together.
I went swimming during the day! I decided to take a well-deserved bookstore day. I ironed a shirt. I was feeling slightly fragile but good. I was on the way to have air put in my tires before the bookstore. I was crossing a bridge over the freeway when some brown-skinned pubescent males yelled something disrespectful at the top of their lungs that seemed to be intended for me. I hadn't gotten that kind of thing in a long time, and I wasn't that visible in my car. I honked at them and they turned and starred at me. I started to think they knew me and my car and just didn't like me, maybe because of me asserting myself about noise and other issues in the neighborhood. It was hateful, and it bothered me. I could have made a U-turn and gotten a better look at them and said some stuff, but I didn't feel equal to that. I had just enough to do a bookstore day. I had been running on fumes for too long. The day was about trying to regenerate, rest, and not be at the mercy of outward circumstances. Pursuing them seemed too hard, only having slept through the night for the first time in quite a while. I guess I should have but then there's me running on fumes again. Don't know why that had to happen. Is it a part of me that won't let me rest, enjoy or be respected? Or just some horrible adolescent trolls? I am now ruminating about it, however. In a way it would have been better to pursue them than mentally carry them to the bookstore. So there it is.
I ate brown rice cereal, almond milk, almonds, green rooibos tea and mango for breakfast. I finally got a little laundry done, not too soon. I had Thai red curry with shrimp and vegetables, rice, okra, green Rooibos tea, a pappadum and a piece of mango for lunch. I love it when my meals come together.
I went swimming during the day! I decided to take a well-deserved bookstore day. I ironed a shirt. I was feeling slightly fragile but good. I was on the way to have air put in my tires before the bookstore. I was crossing a bridge over the freeway when some brown-skinned pubescent males yelled something disrespectful at the top of their lungs that seemed to be intended for me. I hadn't gotten that kind of thing in a long time, and I wasn't that visible in my car. I honked at them and they turned and starred at me. I started to think they knew me and my car and just didn't like me, maybe because of me asserting myself about noise and other issues in the neighborhood. It was hateful, and it bothered me. I could have made a U-turn and gotten a better look at them and said some stuff, but I didn't feel equal to that. I had just enough to do a bookstore day. I had been running on fumes for too long. The day was about trying to regenerate, rest, and not be at the mercy of outward circumstances. Pursuing them seemed too hard, only having slept through the night for the first time in quite a while. I guess I should have but then there's me running on fumes again. Don't know why that had to happen. Is it a part of me that won't let me rest, enjoy or be respected? Or just some horrible adolescent trolls? I am now ruminating about it, however. In a way it would have been better to pursue them than mentally carry them to the bookstore. So there it is.
