there's no way to sugarcoat this: today was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day -- although, to be fair, it did not start out that way. i had time to eat breakfast, make coffee, and still catch the bus on time. then it was only a five minute wait for my second bus. everything was coming up greta.

however, this delightful trend came to an abrupt end when i started to get a headache in the early afternoon. as the headache became more intense and persistent, i began to hate today. THEN i started feeling all slow and thick-headed,too -- i couldn't concentrate, and i kept reading and rereading the instructions for what i was supposed to be doing, yet never really understanding how to implement those instructions. even xeroxing was too much for me. at about four, i told roxy that i had to go home. the bus ride did not help my headache, but a three hour nap did.

i just ate what strikes me as a very midwestern meal: mac and cheese, carrot sticks, and sliced tomato with salt and pepper. now i am going to eat a rice krispy treat.

final thought for the day: on my way home, i took the 18 bus instead of the 1R because the 18 showed up first, and i was worried that the 1R would let me down and make me wait much longer. but as the 18 was making another of its tediously numerous stops on shattuck, the 1R zoomed past. i need to learn to trust the 1R. it will not disappoint or abandon me. (perhaps i am anthropomorphizing these buses too much. also, i instinctively view it as a personal affront when the bus i am waiting for -- but going the opposite way on its route, a way that is of no use to me just then -- goes past, like this bus is rubbing my wait time in my face.)