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Thought so.

I didn't expect today to go well after this morning. My laundry came out either warm and dry or still damp. But all of it was completely and utterly wrinkled. That was, for some reason, the most irritating thing that's happened to me in a while. I lost it.

And then I heard that there was a hole that got punched in the cake. So I kind of gave up on stuff.

But then I got told my writing was occasionally sexy. I've never gotten that compliment before. And it was really nice. I've gotten good, natural, and eloquent. But never sexy. That was when things turned around for the better.

Then we went to see Where the Wild Things Are and that was a good time. It had a lot more to it than the book did, obviously. There was a lot of emotion. A lot of emotion I could relate to. The ending was sad and satisfying in an unsatisfying way. There was no heavy message getting spelled out for the audience, and I liked that. It wasn't too preachy.

"Oh, I know you cried. You're a cryer." She told me. "Everyone knows you cry at everything."

I'm pretty lucky to have the friends I have, I think. I got a t-shirt whose sale I missed out on. I got a couple of books I couldn't really justify buying. And my friend drove up from San Antonio to give me an anthology of comic books and a note. I keep good company, I guess.

At the beginning of the day I didn't really want to go to my soccer game. But then, as the day went on, I ended up really wanting to play. I mean, it's been weeks since I've gotten to play. It was when I texted my friend that it really hit me. The cleats under the bed and the ball in the closet called out like forgotten friends and it became a real dilemma--go play a soccer game or go see my friends. And, in the hour leading up to what would've been kick-off, I started to regret my decision. But in the end, I think the correct choice was made.

I also really wanted to see Beetlejuice, but I missed it. Instead, Zombie Strippers was on. And I think it's a testament to how awesome my life is.

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