Never begins

Today was much cooler.  I even turned off the ceiling fan because a part of me thinks that it Deserves a Break Today.  I think I could've used an air conditioner over the past month, but like anyone in Seattle-land, no-one bothers to get one.  Oh well.

No gym today but I did walk to IKEA.  I went to get a coffee refill when lo' and behold someone had moved into my booth.  I laid into them and then I stormed off.  Immediately I felt guilty and mad for not being calm and collected, and mad because it kind of sucks there because it's a mad house.  Not crowded but like being at the matinee showing of "Frozen" or "Despicable Me."  I would've quickly made it back to my booth if someone didn't snag the big coffee maker forcing me to walk around to the other side. Yeah, there was a big run on Swedish coffee.

I did move a few boxes around but I haven't downsized like I was hoping.  Maybe tomorrow.

In the middle of a  frantic bus riding daze, I realized that I don't have a book to read.  Don't get me wrong, half of the volume inside this apartment is comprised of books but I don't know where the little pile of here are books to read next is.  Maybe I packed them up. Maybe the book genies took them and brought them to someone who'll read them.