..::sparkle and fade::..

lately things have been black or white. very rarely gray. sleeping is fitful or pleasant. i've been dreaming lately, but the kind of dreams that pesker you into waking--somewhat like a fly would on a hot afternoon. perhaps by the power of suggestion on friday of my grandmother. then another strange triangle dream more comfortable than anything i could in waking imagine. having problems with the whole not everyone is going to like you factor, even when i'm prolly worrying for naught. things are made worse with high drama stupid friends that frankly i should just get rid of, but the proud/stubborn person in me knows that for that to happen it can't happen now--i'm not good at walking away when i don't get the last word. the weather too is goldilocks--usually too hot and too cold causing migraines that have numbed my hand. today the weather was just right. misleading almost.

my morning:
leave at usual time. get coffee. have two bags, a package to send and now coffee to carry. go to train. wait. wait. wait more. announcement that is of course fuzzy as hell. basically the train is broken down at cumberland. delay. decide to take a cab. go upstairs and ask this lady that’s clearly looking for a cab if she’s going downtown (to share duh). she ignores me. ha. flag down cab. cab tries to pull away. negotiate packages and puddle and yes have not spilled coffee on white pants! get into cab. cab slams on breaks. spill coffee on white pants. now looks as though i have had a back accident on my front...have meeting with entire department. am trying to avoid bad mood. decide music is best way to do so. put earbuds back in to listen to song that will put me in good mood. realize that i have dropped my earbuds in the puddle and therefore give myself a double wet willy. at least they still work right? realize that puddle is located on prime hobo corner. someone could have easily pissed in said puddle. smell earbuds. pray i don't get contact dermatitis. piss ears. fecal canal. anything disgusting.
later afternoon:
client hell. attempt to donate blood for the first time in my life. show up and they are overbooked. decide this is ok. unhook pants in bathroom--and break hook fastner. without the fastener, the pants don't stay hooked nor _ipped. thankfully my shirt is long.
evening:
go to yoga. feel better. decide to meet friends for dinner. tell them fifteen minutes. train takes an hour. get to restaurant where they have just given away my half of the table to two men, giving them a four top and leaving us (3) with a two top, two chairs.
later evening:
finding beautiful music for a mix. card from mom. delicious bath. writing.