going to seattle today, and failure-quitter-cryey-pants

thank goodness i'm escaping the rain here in sf! (uhhhh)
i came face to face with the capital f last night....i thought maybe i could do this dance project for rebecca and it would be ok. i really wanted it to be ok, and i especially was looking forward to hanging out. but then i started out super cranky, and then "YOU'RE NOT A PROFESSIONAL DANCER ANYMORE" stomped on my toe, spat in my face and ran off giggling. i had to go. i'm sorry bex. and i'm sorry self...i would never say such terrible things to anyone else.
the good news is, i assume it will only get easier with time.