So, I had THE best day ever.

[jedusor]

The day started with leftover spaghetti, which always makes me feel happy. I don't know why. Then Dan called, sounding all sad, and asked if I could come over. I got a ride from Bill. Dan started the whole "we've been arguing a lot lately, I don't want this to end badly, I still think you're a cool person" spiel, and I almost burst out laughing. Here I'd been worried about hurting his feelings, and all I had to do was wait for him to do it for me. It was great. We hung out on the Plaza for a while afterward. I like him so much better as a friend.

Then he said he was tired and wanted to take a nap, so I headed for the bus stop. I was going to go home, but I somehow ended up on the 56 heading north, because I don't have to have anything done until Monday and I didn't feel like sitting around at home anyway. The bus driver was awesome, he let me on between stops so I wouldn't have to run and called me "sweetheart." I got off the bus at Main and 10th and walked north almost to the river. It was starting to get into the industrial district there, so I turned and headed in a different direction.

I felt incredible. It was just this sense of complete harmony with the world around me, even as I passed panhandlers and factories spewing pollution. It somehow didn't matter. I was smiling and saying hello to everyone I passed, and at one point I started singing to myself. I saw a sign that said "RV SHOW" and tried to go in, but it cost money, so I didn't.

I said hi to a guy leaning against a truck. He asked how my day was, and when I said it was going great, he said he was glad someone's was. I asked what was wrong and listened sympathetically, then gave him a hug. It was great to see the look on his face, and to know that I brightened up his day.

I walked to Crown Center, which is I think around 25th Street, and sat in one of the Link elevators to stretch my calf muscles. I bought lunch and a notebook and pen in Crown Center and sat in the Hyatt Regency lobby to eat and write. I stayed there for probably about forty-five minutes, then took a bus back. It was the Asian bus driver with the purple sunglasses who drives the 56 back from Penn Valley. We picked up this guy who was holding a bag of Blockbuster videos and another one with a posterboard and brass wall ornaments in it. Another guy (who reminded me instantly of Leo in fashion style) got on and sat near me, and started a conversation with me and the wall ornament guy. His name is Joe, he thinks Johnny Depp is cute, and he apparently lives in Brookside. I got off before him, so I don't know exactly where. I hope I run into him again, he was cool.

Something I realized today: I actually prefer hanging out alone over hanging with a group, in general. In groups, I tend to get loud and obnoxious. I hate it, and I try, but it's more work than fun. When I'm alone or around people I don't know, it doesn't matter what anyone thinks of me. I like that. I should do it more often.


Now my legs hurt. But it was SO worth it.

EDIT: I forgot the stuff I got on the Plaza! I got three "I Am Loved" buttons and a pamphlet on taking care of amythests from Helzberg and two lollipops from Bank of America.

(Oh, and Ben? I didn't touch Becca's hair, but you might want to blend it a little- it looks kind of sharp at the edges.)