Heading there, I saw the bus in the slow traffic. I sprinted to catch it, and some anonymous wit in some vehicle saw fit to yell something at me. Joy. I am encouraged that sprinting didn't kill my lungs.
By the time I got home, the package from Dawn had already been received and opened. The boysenberry stuff didn't come through so well, but most of the rest of the stuff in the box was able to be salvaged, though the post office had to re-pack, since it was dripping all over and looked like blood.
votania needed to shop for her new job, desk stuff. I went out with her, as I currently am the one with a working bank card and cash on hand that isn't immediately needed as gas money.
Little Fayoumis is hyper around Mommy. *sigh*
Attack of the grouchy portion of Bitchy Witchy Week has hit, it looks like. One of the things that I shared with Mama yesterday has been on my mind a lot, and sharing that with votania was evidently the wrong thing to do. It also hurts when people tell me about the fun things that they're planning on doing or want to do, things that I'd also like to do, but that I'd be unable to do, or definitely not invited. What had been a nice hyper and ready for anything mood abruptly transformed into a lot of ickiness, and I was sniping over things like "cd's" and "a photo of my sister and I" (yes, those are both wrong: 's is for possessive or contractions, and you would not say "a photo of I", you would say "a photo of me") and generally feeling bad, and upset that I was getting upset over stupid little things.
I finished up My Enemy, My Ally a bit ago, and I started in on pterry's Guards! Guards! again. I haven't been to the library in far too long.
I called sionainn, and we wound up talking about the pets, which always has something to talk about. I shared the infamous Jumping Monkey story as well.