Today I got on my bike and set out to
A. Go to a computer store and get an electrostatic bag (as outlined by the manufacturer), then
B. Go to UPS, put my External Drive into electrostatic bag, then buy a box, put into box and package up to ship back to the manufacturer for repair. $30 later, the Drive is off to Burlington. I leave UPS, it's raining and the wind is well, windy. I bike home huffing and puffing against the wind, rain blowing into my eyes. I check my mail. There's a letter from the library, well a bill. It says I owe $19 for a book, they say I lost. grrr. I never lost this book! I clearly remember returning it! I start to feel annoyed, how am I going to prove that I didn't lose this book? Goddamn it I'm going to have to pay for this fricken book! Breathe Jenny, just breathe. I never even read the bloody thing! It was months ago when I was in a 'self-help' phase and signed out a bunch of promising titles. I looked at the bill again and couldn't help but laugh at the irony when I read the title of the 'missing' book:
Self coaching: The powerful program to beat anxiety. If only I had read it.
