I lost my temper yesterday, and at work of all places. I'll be the first person to admit that I am often very nitpicky about things-- I'm trying to get better about that, by the way-- but this is the first time in ages that I've felt truly angry about something. There is a new guy at work, Anthony, who spends every shift tossing his opinions (educated or otherwise) around like they were loaves of bread for the needy. Yesterday he somehow got onto the subject of cancer with someone else, and by the time I noticed, Anthony was sharing his wisdom on chemotherapy: "What's the point of chemotherapy, anyway? It's just a gesture they save for the people who're dying." Before I knew it my heart was pounding, my face was flushing and I was telling Anthony much, much louder than was necessary that I had gone through chemotherapy. It silenced him for a while but eventually he was back to prattling about other topics and I was left feeling embarassed and still frustrated-- which undoubtedly serves me right. At the very least, I was mature enough to know that the proper thing to would be to apologize. And maybe I will, someday.

Today was my day off. So far I've spent most of it doing errands and reading the new Harry Potter book a friend at work was kind enough to lend me; I'm on page 600 of 870 and mostly underwhelmed. Just a little while ago I tutored Alex (Matt's friend, remember) in Spanish. I took Spanish for seven years but haven't used it for about two, so I wasn't sure how it would work, but in the end it was great. It made me remember all the reasons I love Spanish and I get paid for it to boot. Hopefully we'll be doing this for a while.