i left work at 2 pm on friday because they ran out of stuff for me to do! they ran out! counterpoint has a two-person editorial department and they're so darn competent that they don't need an intern! jeez! and then today i left at five (i used to never, ever get out of there before 5:45, usually not before 6). having down time during the day actually makes me mad. it seems unnatural. i dunno why i had so much more to do when roxy was here; maybe it's just coincidence, but ever since she left it's been kind of slow for me. i think it's been kind of slow for everyone, though, and obviously my experience is more exaggerated than theirs since i only leech off their extra work instead of having my own independent tasks. meh.

i went to target yesterday to buy yoga clothes. getting to target is an adventure. first i take BART, then i take a bus. the bus drops me off by a freeway overpass, on the other side of the street from target. i walk under the overpass on a path that circles around to the side of the street where the target lives. the first time i did this, it freaked me out. i mean, come on, i'm walking under a deserted freeway overpass, on the wrong side of the street. yesterday was only my second trip, and, yes, it still kind of freaked me out. but i knew that i was on the right path, even if it seemed woefully counterintuitive. but no, it all worked out ok, and there was a flurry of stars and hearts and glitter waiting for me at target.

going back home is much less scary because there is really only one bus in that area at that time, and taking it one way will take me to a BART station (score!), and taking it the other will take me to UC berkeley (slightly more roundabout score!).

when i was at a bus stop on friday, a man walked past me and said, "stay here. it's cold everywhere else but here." i said, "it's kind of cold here, too." but he had already walked by. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? also it was cold that night, colder than it's been in a little while, and i was sitting on a bench, not even under a shelter, so i don't know what he was thinking, the dummy.