Why it's a good thing I don't have super-powers:

I have a bit of a temper. Those of you who know me will know that I'm very happy-go-lucky. I'm content about 95% of the time. I'm slightly whiney about 4% of the time, and the other 1%, well... watch out!

So this is why it's a good think I don't have super powers. See, if I was like Clark on Smallville there would be at least one very smooshed lady. When I was in P-town in a little antique shop with my friend, I met this awful woman. See, the aisles were really really narrow (it was a crowed antique shop, what else would you expect?) and I was calmly walking down an aisle toward my friend. This aisle was big enough for only one person at a time. Well, aforementioned woman decided that she wanted to get out of the shop via the same aisle, so what does she do? Does she say "Excuse me" like a sane person? No, she shoves me over and into an antique dresser, because really that's what you do when someone is in your way.

So I mumble something along the lines of "You didn't have to push me!" and her husband says "Well you weren't trying to get out of the way!"

At that point if I were a super hero I probably would have thrown the both of them against a wall, breaking many valuable antiques. Which is why it's a good thing that I'm not.

:)

Well, I'm feeling much better and less cold-like. I'm at work today. I had lab meeting in the morning after deciding to walk instead of taking the bus. This was the first sign that I was feeling much better, because yesterday I couldn't even think about walking 2 1/2 miles to school. I listened to some much-needed NIN on the way and it cheered me right up after a night of weird dreams and noises that had me up every 20 minutes between about 4:30am and when my alarm went off at 7:15am. See, I had to pee, then it was too hot, the cats were meowing, I let them in, I put them out, I opened the window, people outside were being noisy... You get the picture. I'm kind of notorious for weird dreams when I'm sick, and this was no exception.

Tonight I shall go to knitting group at Peet's coffee and finish sewing in my Rogue sleeve and hopefully get a picture, although I forgot to bring my camera so it will be a crummy phone picture. Hopefully I won't be dumb and I'll remember my camera tomorrow, but I don't know if I should really wear the Rogue to school - wouldn't want to with a backpack because it might mess it up. See, I just made the sweater and I'm already freaking about it.

My sweater is done!

And all I have is this crummy picture on my camera phone. :(

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