So I didn't go to ballet class...

Though it was my intention to. I was going with the expectation of the lovely woman Anna with her beautiful piano accompaniament from last week and instead was face to face with a tall thin grumpy man in tight spandex, gripping a casette tape. After fighting off images of Larry, my instructor from college, in shiney red tights I decided it was best for me to slink away before class started. I had only eaten a banana and juice all day, and was sufficiently grumpy yet unhungry because of it.

Instead though, the saint that is Bryan offered company in my confused, distracted hunger driven state. We got some Thai food (Penang Curry with vegetables from Pepper Sky, better than green curry but still no Rod Dee) and sat on his roof while the sun set into a beautiful (though slightly too reminiscent of autumn) night.

And I just rode home and ate half a pint of blueberries that taste suspiciously like candy and am now leaving blue finger prints on my white keyboard.

And drivers suck. I nearly got killed 8 times on my ride home because of idiots driving cars.

(Maybe I should actually put that light I bought for my bike two months ago on my bike. It doesn't have the same effect from the inside of my bike bag.)

Favorite person of the day:

Amelia
because she is beautiful with curls and energy and zest for life and she is and not afraid to be passionate.

Least favorite person of the day:

(Myself, maybe?)