Woke up at 6:30 this morning to a fire alarm. Apparently there is someone who intentionally sets it off a few times a month.
I knew there would have to be something wrong with this place.
Spent most of the day being mopey and depressed because of various stuff. And being tired. No human should be awake before the sun is.
On the way home, I was passing a slow-walker on a path. Some dude on a bike said to me, "stay on the right side of the fuckin' path". He apparently didn't see the irony of saying this at the exact moment that he was passing me, passing the slow-walker, on the extreme left side of the path. I laughed at him. Good one, angry biker.
I took a different route home than I usually take. I saw parts of the city I've never seen before. I swear I saw George Lucas shoveling a large pile of snow from a driveway. It's like 20 degrees outside and it's barely snowed in weeks, so I don't know where that snow came from. Or what George Lucas is doing here.
That cheered me up immensely.
Here is George Lucas rubbing Natalie Portman's head:
See also: Sidewalk Etiquette.