Sunny-Side Between the Lines

Today, is a crappy day. Mondays are generally crappy (although exempt during summer vacation), but today was a whole heaping of crappiness.

But.

The thing with the world that can be considered fair, or maybe just annoying, is that it's more or less balanced. Not literally (the earth tilts, and the rich>poor ratio is not 50/50), but I'm talking general intangibleness of my part of the world. So despite the crappy start, I tripped into a pretty good day, ran into a knot of trouble (in my head I called it an adventure), but the day evened out with Stargirl.

Enough abstracts Kaffy! I hear you lament. This is a blog, not a philosophical hypothetical!
I'm still squemish about putting anything too personal here. I don't know. It's lame of me, considering this a public blog and whatnot. But meh, crazy spinsters-in-training will have their quirks. Let's just say I rolled out of bed during the wrong revolution of the clock and into the valley of hormonal imbalance. Don't understand what I just said? That's okay, neither do I.
So, without ceremony, breakfast or a jacket, I walk myself to a bus and take myself to Japantown, to be a third wheel in a novice shooting for a commercial. I generally run away and skulk around. Being lame. Perk: I harrass dogs and their owners. So shooting done (or at least I think so), I grab lunch with friends and dally about before returning.
So the cosmos, being (what they think is) fair, send me farther away from home on the wrong bus. Before I can panic, I find myself at Point Lobos gnawing at my absent-mindedness and anxiously peering at the return bus, praying fervently to routine. So yeah. My adventure.
I get back safely, and sit in the musty business center typing away and being a sore loser unwilling to lose. Stalemater?
But all throughout my day, I had Stargirl (or rather Love, Stargirl), and reading that was enough to keep me from riding any and all buses around town for the rest of my life, or until I run out of quarters.