when we're dead or when we're dreaming

Amazing rain today. Honestly couldn't tell if it was falling up or down for most of the afternoon. And in the office we could hear it approaching- the rush of sudden pressure- and all three of us would pop our heads over the tops of the cubicles to watch it hit the pavement of the parking lot outside. We eventually had to stick an empty recycling bin under the consistent tap of a few drips coming in through the roof. And Jan drove me to the bus stop, which I am taking to mean that I have an in with those guys, like we bonded over how giddy the weather was making us.
My knee has been aching to the point that if I turn it in certain directions it feels like something inside is tearing. Doesn't help that I fell while cruising up the uneven pavement in Cook St Village the other night. A couple carrying a giant canvas looked genuinely concerned. Of course I fall down in front of the most caring citizens. And of course when I am exercising I turn into this aggressive machine of maniacal grins. As soon as I am down and bleeding I am back up, smearing the blood off with my fingers. Pain doesn't hit until I am in the bath later, trying to get the tiny rocks out of my skin.

Danielle has posted an ad on craigslist to try and find me a room mate for when she is in Mexico. We've had one response from a 26 year old carpenter named Angus. I am mildly anxious about living with a stranger, let alone a male stranger. I do not handle November well. November is when it hurts the most to get out of bed. And in November I graduate.

I've had a burning headache all day, possibly induced by the amount of wine consumed yesterday when Marketa showed up with her dog and a bottle of sake. Something about that dog. I know that he is not cute but when he is happy to see you its enough to make your heart explode. When he was a puppy some of M's friends dressed him up and took a million pictures of him, so that now when anyone aims any kind of electronic device at him he becomes frenzied and starts running around the house, trying to get away. The thing about fluffy dogs like that is that you assume that when they are running around with their tails in the air they are in great moods. Mr. T is constantly being chased from one end of the B+B to the other by excited guests.

Jesus Has Left Chicago

Just ran 10.54 km. I was trying for 12 but I just can't seem to find the extra two k's, no matter what loop I try.
Interesting things that happened on this run:
1) Was negotiating a couple that was occupying the entire width of the path with their hand holding, when they suddenly stopped walking and locked lips. This was not a young couple. I eventually whipped around them, sheepish as a pregnant nun, trying to make as little noise as possible.
2) Apparently that set the theme for the rest of the run. As I was coming up Cook and passing Rosie's Diner this tall, buff guy whips around with his fist raised. At this point I'm still a couple of feet behind him, and planning to just scoot by but I think he honestly thought I was going to leap onto his back. So he says "you shouldn't creep up on people like that." As if I need a carnival megaphone to announce my approach of Our City's Honest Citizens.
3) And then crossing Quadra at Fort I pass this terrible little dog that lunged forward and started yapping its ugly little jaw to the floor.

And I spend most days at work tearing my hair out over the fact that some people in this world legitimately believe it is ok to put their address down as gps coordinates on paperwork for a loan.

humming chorus

Well first real day at work today. No auntie protectress stomping up and down the hall, swearing and yelling from her corner cubicle. No fun "my aged" people with the ability to laugh. Just Jan and Dan, who speak in gibberish and only to each other. Who want to talk about sandwich toppings for as many hours as shouldn't be legal.
Anyway, note for tomorrow is to come home directly from work in order to eat. And to drink 3x less coffee.