Hour 63

Well let's see here...still feel like shit, crying at work like some loser Bridget Jones type. Tried to run last night but got a cramp in my side so it ended up as some dorky power walk just to keep at it. Decided that Cursive's Domestica is the best angry break up album (still) but that Black Heart Procession's '2' is the getting your heart broken, chewed, digested, and vomited back in your face album. Neither are particularly easy to run/walk to though.

Got a free coffee yesterday at Intelligentsia because their system was down. Seems odd - don't they know how much 1 medium coffee + tax is, and can't they write that down and take my money? Whatever I didn't complain.

Did some good stuff at work, boss gave me good compliments. Even in abject shittiness I can still rock my job.

Watched Jessica Yu's Protagonist last night to keep my mind from going completely insane. Yu redeemed herself with this one, after I really disliked In the Realms of the Unreal. Protagonist weaves four mens' stories via a Greek tragedy arc. The gist: people will put their all into something new to force a change/run from their true selves/feelings. This new thing will inevitably be wrong for them because they have not yet addressed what is going on with them in the first place. They will then try and disentangle from the new thing, only to find its horribly difficult to do so, lose friends, go to jail, face isolation...but in the end it's ok because they are being honest with who they are. It held a lot of meaning for me right now, although I'm not sure which way to go with it. Does it mean I stick to my gut feeling right now despite how miserable its making me or go with the logical tactic and run for the hills? Guess I shouldn't base my life decisions off of a documentary. If only life were that easy.