I woke up very depressed and full of self-loathing this morning. Bleah. I seem to be pulling out if it, thank god, but my eyes are still bleary and sting a bit from crying too much. Ergh. I might have to change my contacts.

Anyway, just so I don't end up going into another whiny journal entry, I'm going to talk about other stuff.

The BART plaza above the Lake Merritt station is always populated by Asian people in the mornings as I walk by. Or walk through, actually, since they're all over the place and sometimes it's quite a trick to get between them without getting in their way. Why? Because they're all doing some sort of exercise.

The largest group does some sort of tai chi like moves to high-pitched music coming from a boom box right by the door where I enter the station. On mornings when I have a headache, I want to knock it off, but I don't, because I am civilized. I am also usually charmed by the whole plaza and figure I can deal those few days when I don't feel well.

Other groups play some sort of hackey-sack game, but with a feathered ball that looks just like one of the kitten's toys. Sometimes there's a group dancing with fans or doing martial arts moves with swords (mmm, swords are sexy). Every once in awhile there will be a couple or two ball room dancing.

This morning. there was line dancing. Country line dancing.

Heh.

Usually, the people participating look like they know what they're doing. The tai chi group has varying levels of grace and control, but they all do the same moves.

Not so with line dancing.

That was probably the moment when I started to really cheer up this morning, when I walked past a group of 30 or so Asian senior citizens trying to line dance to some country music. I wasn't laughing at them, but they were so . . . forgive me . . . cute, that it reminded me that life isn't all bad.

Actually, walking past even on days that there is only the high-pitched-loud-music tai chi group usually cheers me. It reminds me to stretch, and makes me want to take care of myself better than I do.

Occasionally a younger person, or a white person (usually in hippie garb) will join the group, so I'm pretty sure I could drop in if I wanted to; I like being included in things. I keep telling myself that some morning I'll get up early and have Tim drop me off so I can get 15 minutes of group exercise in with them before I hop on BART.

Yup, definitely feeling better already. I think a nap and a good meal and clean contacts would fix me right up at this point. Whew!