i think there's anger happening somewhere about my person, but not sure quite where it is or what it's about. Sunday will bring it out, if nothing else.

just want to point out how good i've been at not being late for work. also how much scampering i've been doing, despite wearing grown-up shoes today that clomp too loudly in the corridors.

so far this week, i have seen people try to eat the following: a half-finished origami crane; a stone artefact; and a frozen cube of the chicken stock i spent hours cooking in the wee small hours of Monday morning -- under the impression it was some kind of chocolatey treat.

i think it's something to do with the fact that we're not naturally part of each other's lives anymore. this does not necessarily change our friendship, to me it's a scheduling issue. i'd tell you that you're taking metonymy literally, but that would just end in crankiness.