Well That was Horrible Timing.

So, I'm shopping with Tessa, Evi, Amanda, Joan, Nina, and Anna (also known as supergirl), and it's all fun. I'm having, finally, a wonderful, sad-free day. Then, on a bus, I get a phone call. An awkward, karmically-uncalled for (unless I've done something awful that I've forgotten) phone call. And now I'm bitter, and sad, and a little angry. Not at the caller; it was entirely not his fault. But I wish he'd been told, so he'd known calling wasn't appropriate. Or even helpful, for him. Anyway, I'm sure I'll get past it. But seriously, why is it that timing seems to be bent on kicking me back down the second I get up these days?

This happens again, I'm going to fly into a freakin' RAGE.