I hate people.

Really, truth is, I just hate crowds. I hate crowds of people that somehow, telepathically know exactly where you're going and are drawn to it by some unseen force, and go there.

Today was just one of those days where it happens far more often than usual. Someone jumping out to turn in front of me, then going really slow because he wants the left lane (so do I, but he's got room to get there and I don't).

A truck moving really slow and a motorcycle moving really fast behind it, taking the space I was hoping to get into to change lanes.

The person who leaves his shopping cart in the *very* middle of the aisle and walks completely away from it to pick something up.

Of course, on the flip side, someone did reach past me to get something--and then said the magic words "Oh, I'm sorry about that." That helped a little. Something I realize I have trouble doing. When my brain is turned inward I have trouble finding a voice to say simple things. I hate saying 'excuse me' when someone's in my way. I don't even know why, it just doesn't want to come out. Some things are weird.

TV Therapy!

Tonight included grilled herb-crusted chicken breast, rice pilaf and buttered corn for dinner. Enough that wendamus commented on how I like butter. I do, it's going to show in my cooking.

And conversation, and then the Big Trio of B5 watching -- which Wendy had not yet seen, as that's how far into it she's gotten. For those familiar, that was Messages from Earth, Point of No Return and Severed Dreams.

And now it's sleepy, and I just had a yogurt before I go sleepy.

The downside is that the muscles in my right shoulder are rock-solid and very tender to the touch.