i am very angry - and am so, so tired of things going wrong.
i don't know what to do

bad running luck:

a few whiles ago some hoodlums threw a full cup of soda from a moving suv at me
today a dog-off-leash ran across a small clearing and tripped me (I ate it good, too)

6:09
5:57 (including time to get back up)
5:53
5:56

with my vision fading back to sharp I feel almost important. I don't know why, but trips to the Eye Doc seem to do that to me. Maybe I hope to be able to pick the actual sharpest between "1" "2" and on ocasion "3"

i, after all, ought to be damn good at that.

aha! the terrible latte Monday morning was NOT the fault of the coffee-machiene, NOT the fault of the beans, NOT the fault of the coffee-machine-operator -- but the spoiled milk!

i think that maybe in 2 years I will forget all that is mentally so hard now.

but i think that is the onloy solution