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Monday, Aug. 1, 2005
... Retail therapy
My window rattles when it's windy. And tonight, it's very windy.

It's amazing what a little bit of old-fashioned retail therapy will do to improve a mood. This morning was just a tough morning all around--still residual blah-ness from last night--and I wasn't feeling well. Then, during my split-shift break, I bought a couple of shirts and a couple of belts at Stitches in Signal Hill, which was having a big long-weekend sale, and I felt much better.

I think it had more to do with being outside, not being at work, and feeling a little bit rested than it did with shopping. Still. I'm feeling better than I was. And the new clothes didn't hurt any. Neither did the fact that I set a coffee time with Becky for tomorrow afternoon. Plus, there's the prospect of going out of town for the weekend.

It's nice to focus on something surface and shallow for a few minutes.

One year ago today: Odd, in a way, but not as odd as it would have been before I left. We had a good conversation. All kinds of things. It's interesting, though--circumstances at work have conspired to make things different now than they were at the beginning. Just that, back then, Blair wouldn't have been the first person I would have hung out with, just because there were others who I was closer to.
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posted at 9:53 p.m.