The last couple of days I have had such amazing encounters with strangers that I find it hard to believe that Suzette finds me abrasive.

I called for my yearly physical, which will be in December. I was talking with the nurse making my appointment, and I was like, "Doctor Balough is my primary, but I had a very good visit with Dr. Osta last year."

So she starts looking through my records, and she was like, "I'm glad you had a good experience with Dr. Osta."

I'm not sure why she said this, but I responded. "It was fun. As good fun as physicals are, that is." The nurse laughed.

The Nurse tried to get me an appointment in October, but I was like, "Oh, no, December please. It's when I'll be home from school and all." And she said that she understood, that she had just transfered to Eastern, and that she was excited to start this winter.

It was just a really good conversation with a nurse on the phone. Normally I get very gruff, over worked replies to things like that.

This morning I got up early, got dressed and left the house. I was going to my appointment for MSU's sibling study, which was at 8:20. At 8:15, I was staring at a bus map, hoping that it'd tell me where Giltner was, and a bus was just stopping. I asked the bus driver if he knew where it was and he told me to hop on. He gave me a free ride (ultimately in the wrong direction) to help me find where I was trying to go. (He mixed up Gilchrist and Giltner.)

I love it when strangers help me out, or make conversation with me.

The sibling study was really interesting. They recorded my voice, and then later I realized that they were using voice recordings of male participants during the questionaire part of the study. I think they were using photos of other participants as well. I spent the time trying to figure out what they were getting at.

Also? I got the phone interview for TfA. Sunday at 4pm, I'll be helping the interviewer get to know me better, so that they can recommend me to go to the day-long interview later in October. I hope this works out.

I was always told that I should share my joys as well as my sorrows. (Sorrows shared are divided, joys shared are multiplied, etc.)

This particular set of sports camps have been trying. For some reason, every camper is just coming across as completely rude and it was beginning to wear on my patience.

However, today, one of the Wrestlers put money in the Pepsi machine and it was out of water. "What should I do?" he asked.

Well, I could give him a refund, but that would leave a credit in the machine. So I told him to pick something else out.

"What do you want?" he asked me.

Surprised, I laughed. "Something with caffeine," I said.

He got me a Cherry Pepsi. As he was walking away, I remembered that I had packed two waters in my bag this morning. I traded him the Pepsi for the water that he wanted.

That was a good trade. And it brightened my morning. (And maybe the caffeine will wake me up a bit.)