I got pinned-down downtown yesterday in Friday afternoon rush hour on this holiday weekend. It should have taken me twenty minutes to get home. It took two hours. Funny, when i stay home it seems like this is a small city. But yesterday i realized it really is a sprawling metropolis.

One of the things which delayed me was that i slipped and fell in someone's spilled drink in a mall downtown. I hurt my knee. I told F about it when i got home and she just stared at me like a vegetable. What is wrong with people that you tell then you had an accident and they don't say simple appropriate words of concern? Very angry with her.