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Oct. 19th, 2006 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aprilstarchildToday, I:
Forgot my aleve, which meant I had a headache all day
Got off work, waited patiently for the max. All the bike spots were taken so I was running with my bike to the other end of the max. The max driver shuts the doors just as I get to them, and leaves.
I get to downtown and go to Powell's. I find the book I want and another one besides. I'm standing in line, and go to poke through my bag, only to find I left my wallet at home (I put it in the shopping bag to go to the farmer's market yesterday, so it's still there).
Which means several things: I can't buy the books. I can't get anything to eat (and I'm dang hungry). And I can't take the bus to chorus, which means figuring out a route completely out of the way (I'm not brave enough to ride on Burnside with the traffic during rush hour), and biking 28 blocks that are almost entirely uphill.
After having an internal debate with myself, I said "fuck it" and rode my bike home instead.
Jarrod's not home, though; and since he thinks I'm not going to be home until almost ten, there's no reason for him to come home. Even if he had a cell phone, I don't think I'd call him, he shouldn't have to leave something just because I'm grumpy and frustrated and want a hug.
Oh, and when I read my email, I found out my section was being voiced tonight. Aka, they figure out where everyone sits for rehearsals and stands for the concert. It involves lots of singing in small groups while Joan listens and moves people around so they sound better. At least I know I'll be in the front row, I always am because I'm so short. But there's more alto one altos this time, and I don't think Brenda's singing this term, and I always stood next to her...
Forgot my aleve, which meant I had a headache all day
Got off work, waited patiently for the max. All the bike spots were taken so I was running with my bike to the other end of the max. The max driver shuts the doors just as I get to them, and leaves.
I get to downtown and go to Powell's. I find the book I want and another one besides. I'm standing in line, and go to poke through my bag, only to find I left my wallet at home (I put it in the shopping bag to go to the farmer's market yesterday, so it's still there).
Which means several things: I can't buy the books. I can't get anything to eat (and I'm dang hungry). And I can't take the bus to chorus, which means figuring out a route completely out of the way (I'm not brave enough to ride on Burnside with the traffic during rush hour), and biking 28 blocks that are almost entirely uphill.
After having an internal debate with myself, I said "fuck it" and rode my bike home instead.
Jarrod's not home, though; and since he thinks I'm not going to be home until almost ten, there's no reason for him to come home. Even if he had a cell phone, I don't think I'd call him, he shouldn't have to leave something just because I'm grumpy and frustrated and want a hug.
Oh, and when I read my email, I found out my section was being voiced tonight. Aka, they figure out where everyone sits for rehearsals and stands for the concert. It involves lots of singing in small groups while Joan listens and moves people around so they sound better. At least I know I'll be in the front row, I always am because I'm so short. But there's more alto one altos this time, and I don't think Brenda's singing this term, and I always stood next to her...
