Uncontrollable and undirected rage. I think I’ve ben cut off more times today than in my entire life put together.

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Somebody who rode in the back seat of my car, through negligence, allowed the cord to the headphones (that were up on the back shelf of the car) to get caught in the car door. They are neatly stripped and cut from the pressure. My best pair of headphones. The bass was so rich… I wrote while wearing them, and I ignored CoreComm while wearing them. *SIGH*

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I went to the concert, as planned. The singing was, as always, beautiful. The church pressed in upon me on all sides. After (also read: the love of my life) and ‘s part was done, I went outside for a breath of fresh air, and considered smoking a clove on holy ground. I was still considering it when (also read: my hero) came outside and gave me a hug, saying that I could go if I needed to. And, of course, I did. So I left.

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I chilled at Theio’s a bit and read the beginning of Guide to the Traditions. Got an offer from and to hang out in A2, which I had to turn down because of work stuff and because was still babysitting her sister. Then, it was off to Staples to pick up a replacement ink cart for my printer. Free ream of (recycled!) paper for turning in my old cart for recycling. Then I received a phone call from (also read: one who blushes beautifully) about plans for dinner. At this point, after finally getting the logo in my mailbox, I was anxious to print business cards and flyers. But this would calm me down.

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I met a whole gang of people (, , , ) at Mongolian BBQ and had a great dinner. I got a pic snapped of me that is soon to be an LJ icon and wondered why didn’t show at the concert. The food was excellent, though the waiter was a bit lacking. The place was packed to bursting. It was then decided to go to this Cold Stone place for ice cream. Putting off the work stuff. Okay, no problem. I drove alone, so I would be able to leave if/when I needed to.

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Tightly-packed ice cream restaurant with, I shit you not, a line out the damn door. We stay there a while, and when we decide to leave, I’m asked to take and back to Mongo to get their truck. No big deal, usually, except for my high level of road rage, anger at people mistreating things in my car, desire to do things for work, and… argh. Sometimes I hate the idea of car pooling.

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Came home and started on the business cards. A lot of work to get those damn things right. A lot of wasted paper, wasted card stock, etc. So, I was getting more upset in my room while , her sister, and were in the living room. They decided to jet, which I can’t blame them for. Later, after finally getting the business card design right, and I talked about some worries we had with patterns, rage, etc. I’m glad we have the relationship we have. I’m glad we can talk with each other. I’m indescribably glad that my advice about communication in relationships is proving true in this one.

So, I finished with the cards as went to bed. I decided to take them over to my partner’s apartment right away (around 1 AM). I haven’t driven in such beautiful fog with such an empty road in such a long time. Today’s done, beginning and ending on good notes.