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i am not actually cranky, i just have cranky thoughts
Because mostly it's been a nice weekend, really. I saw Sex and the City yesterday, just like I wanted, and enjoyed it; yesterday was grossly humid but today has been sunny and not-humid and breezy and gorgeous, and I spent the late morning/afternoon with N first at the Art Star Craft Fair at Penn's Landing and then wandering a bit through Old City and then back to the shopping district (I like making Philadelphia sound like a more exciting city than it is, I love Philadelphia, but it is very much in the shadow of grander cities) and I even timed things right so I was at the train station just a few minutes before the train came (always tricky on Sundays, when the trains only run once an hour) oh and I bought another pair of American Apparel briefs, bringing my total up to six, just one more and I've got a full week's worth!
So, you know, good things, good weekend. Except for how I had wretched cramps last night which kept me up till 2am, that part pretty much sucked. And apparently all this getting up at 5:30 during the week has made me incapable of sleeping past 7:30 on the weekends. And now it's Sunday evening, I have to get up at 5:30 again tomorrow, I still have to get groceries and that's my least favorite chore pretty much, and though yesterday my diet was very well-balanced and high-fiber, today it has been less so. The problem with my recent preoccupation with fiber intake is that when I don't meet my daily fiber goals I have icky thoughts about the state of my digestive tract, which is probably a whole lot more than you wanted to know. Sorry.
OK! I took a break and got groceries. I almost got strawberries but didn't in the end. Isn't that a sad story? Note to self: I hear tell that oranges are not the only fruit. They are so reliably delicious, though! Hmm, now I really want some strawberries and champagne. As I am not going to get what I want, I think I'll go shower instead. Before I do that, here, have a photo of one of my favorite blocks in Philadelphia:
So, you know, good things, good weekend. Except for how I had wretched cramps last night which kept me up till 2am, that part pretty much sucked. And apparently all this getting up at 5:30 during the week has made me incapable of sleeping past 7:30 on the weekends. And now it's Sunday evening, I have to get up at 5:30 again tomorrow, I still have to get groceries and that's my least favorite chore pretty much, and though yesterday my diet was very well-balanced and high-fiber, today it has been less so. The problem with my recent preoccupation with fiber intake is that when I don't meet my daily fiber goals I have icky thoughts about the state of my digestive tract, which is probably a whole lot more than you wanted to know. Sorry.
OK! I took a break and got groceries. I almost got strawberries but didn't in the end. Isn't that a sad story? Note to self: I hear tell that oranges are not the only fruit. They are so reliably delicious, though! Hmm, now I really want some strawberries and champagne. As I am not going to get what I want, I think I'll go shower instead. Before I do that, here, have a photo of one of my favorite blocks in Philadelphia:
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I like your photo by the way!