Depressed.
Today started out fun. I ran for 30 minutes, to Woodley Park Metro and back (and then some.) I had a lovely brunch with Roz. But then it all ended when I got in a car with Roz and Brad and went shopping. Oh boy did that suck. People kept cutting me in line, a woman refused to let me in a dressing room because she didn’t think I was next in line (she didn’t even work there, she simply thought she was the shop-cops.) I felt like SUCH a pushover. I felt guilty about what I wrote about Bryan. I feel guilty about being mad, when I SHOULD be angry. God damned Catholic guilt. Will I ever shake it?
Going to dinner with a friend in Adams Morgan now, hopefully he’ll make me laugh enough to forget the pain of getting trampled on all day long.
