i am so tired. whatever happened to fun, that thing i used to have?
why do i feel like i'm always grinning and bearing it, instead of just grinning?

i was planning on going to the gym yesterday; thought i would try the "power yoga" class. but went to the wharf and watched hawks circling overhead instead, then to chinatown in search of those medicine ball thingies. at night i tried this italian restaurant i've heard good things about. the food was amazing, and I was almost cheerful. how sad is it that getting good tiramisu is the happiest thing thats happened to me lately?