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I skipped yoga because I ran a little late getting there and the room was PACKED. Curse you, my inherent laziness. It's okay, though, since I still had about 14 errands to run before going home. Okay, technically just 2, maybe 3. But it's the thought that counts. (and besides, one of them, one I didn't count, pick up Creative Suites from brother's girlfriend, was responsible in part for me missing yoga, since I had to chat with her and couldn't just grab the discs and run.) I went to the library, and the two books I'd come for weren't there! They lost them! ANd i'd bitch about how I ALWAYS have my books get lost or whatever, except that it's just not true, and a margin of error that might be entirely acceptable to other people--say 1 out of 100 books or so--could still hit me twice in a month. I still feel persecuted though, fyi. And then undergarments at the undergarment store, and then back here for a dinner of cereal before a LONG meeting about the sort of retreat that we want to have next month--theme, organization, etc. I've been working too long at a job that requires organization--I kept wanting to discuss things around a framework of a schedule, or some other form of organizational device. (I also was horrendously bossy, accidentally, because i"ve gotten in the habit of steamrolling through meetings whenever possible. I probably should send a note to the others at the meeting to appologize for it, because I totally wasn't trying to, I thought they all had completely valid things to say. I was just in the habit of dragging everyone towards my goals.) And then there was two hours of Stargate and *now* there's packing. I've got the books packed, and my dress was picked up at the dry cleaners, so I'm having trouble moving past the planning stages now. Also, I want to put new music on my MP3 player, but I've forgotten where the USB cord is. Oh, In Rainbows, why do you thwart me so?