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I'm having one of those mornings where I feel like a total spaz. Running for the shuttle this morning set the tone. For a while I thought it was just a case of not having a proper breakfast, so I went out for juice and bacon from the nearest café. On the way there, I was nearly run down by a runaway cyclist. On the way back, I got stuck behind a cluster of clueless tourists. I had to ask every person individually to please step aside so I could pass them. One especially bovine prospie had to be asked three times; she just kept regarding at me as if she couldn't figure out what the strange man wanted and didn't particularly care to.

That's it; I'm not going out again until all the people are gone.

ETA: Oh why didn't I think to bring my lunch today? DIE IN A FIRE, ALL OF YOU!

AETA: For the first time ever, I handed a disgruntled patron a complaint form and the name and number of my supervisor. For what good it will do her, the spoiled little TPU.

What next, big sky?

I just finished rewatching The Ring on TNT. Sadly there are many minor flaws that emerge on a second viewing, plot holes and such which I happily ignored six years ago when I was caught up in the forward motion of the storyline. Still, it's a better-than-average horror-thriller, worth seeing again just for the scene where David Dorfman says, "You helped her? Why did you do that?", and one that has me in a delectable state of nerves.

So it's with no shame that I confess to getting a bit of a start when I heard an odd scratching sound at the windows. At first I thought it might be people outside or monshu on the stairs, but there was a more liquid component to the sound. I went to the front room for a better look and soon was able to make out glistening ice pellets accumulating on the sills.

Sunny and mild tomorrow, however. Maybe I'll visit a graveyard.