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Some days, I hate therapy. Today was one of those days. And then I went to the Met and drifted a little (the new Greek and Roman galleries are wicked cool, y'all, although I'm biased toward anywhere with skylights) and read a Dick Francis novel in B&N.

I don't know, exactly, what kicked me in the teeth so hard, but man, was I cranky upon coming out today.

Reposted from LJ, 20 March 2009