I must have had a visit from the Malaise-Be-Gone fairy on Friday night, because I woke up this morning ready to spring out of bed and Get. Things. Done.

First up: a sampling from the last three weeks.

April 28th
Heard PA announcement at Rite Aid: "I need approval." You and me both, sister.

April 30th
Resolved to mock the Tantallon Country Club for sending me a letter that began:

The most successful private clubs are those built around the foundation of enduring relationships and social camaraderie between friends and associates. With that in mind, we are embarking on a campaign in which we asked our current Members to assist us in identifying individuals whom they felt would properly embrace the culture and tradition of our club and personally invite them to join Tantallon Country Club and one of them picked you.

Mocking Option A: I'm tempted to follow up with this. Maybe I was recommended by the same friend who keeps offering my name as someone who can help transfer funds out of Nigeria.

Mocking Option B: It makes me imagine a building contractor saying something like, "See, there's your problem -- you're supposed to build on the foundation, not around it."

May 3rd
Brought my winter clothes back to Seattle.

May 5th
Returned to DC.

May 11th
Successfully fought the urge to create a one-woman mosh pit in my office.
 
May 12th
Became pretty sure my wrist wasn't supposed to make that noise.

May 18th
Consumed the last tablet of 200 in the bottle of ibuprofen I bought during my first week in DC.