Having another day when things are going well, but for some reason I'm cranky about something. At the moment it's the dog. All of a sudden he's discovered his inner escape artist and I'm just tired of constantly having to deal with his latest problem. This morning I was cranky after I woke up. Not 100% sure why that was. Maybe more freaky dreams I can't remember. I do seem to recall something involving the Doctor that wasn't fun. Who knows. As usual I should be happy but I'm not.

Spent most of the morning shopping, which was fun. Dad came along and bought some discount DVDs at McKay, my favorite dimensionally transcendental bookstore. Their prices still aren't as good as Half Price Books, especially where their video games are concerned, but it's better than nothing. Then mom and I ventured into the Asian Market next door to Barnes & Noble, an interesting if somewhat...*ahem* pungent place. Their fish counter did not inspire confidence and I would be wary of buying anything "fresh" there. However, their selection of rice noodles was top notch and dirt cheap. Alton was right - frequenting your local ethnic market really is like visiting a different country.

Oh, and the little Asian girl stomping through the aisles, eyes wide, pigtails askew, was absolutely adorable. I think she was the daughter of the woman running the register. For some reason Asian kids are always mind numbingly cute. Maybe it's because they're usually quiet. Come to think of it I don't think I've ever seen an Asian child throwing a tantrum in public...

After that we headed down to The Shrimp Dock, the only place in Knoxville to get quality seafood. It has all the right things: Knowledgeable staff, good turnover, and it's always packed with people. They also had some delicious looking samples but alas everything involved breading or crackers, so I couldn't eat any of it for fear of wheat intoxication. But their hush puppies smelled divine, and tasted much the same according to mom, who has more leeway in that area.

We got some GORGEOUS whole Red Snapper that was on sale for $8 each and then a couple of Mahi Mahi fillets for me. Tonight, we cook. As usual, the pirate-ey guy behind the counter commented unintelligibly on my shirt. (Today it was my yellow "Death from above!" T-shirt from Dominic Deegan) He looked confused when I told him it had to do with a webcomic. I swear, I'm buying a package of bland, boring gray T-shirts before I go there next time.

After that it was off to Fresh Market, which was packed full of loud, insane people that upset mom and dad and were totally lost on me. (I didn't even realize the place was busier than usual until they mentioned it in the car) We got lots of cool stuff and I found some nagiri sushi that had some of the best looking tuna on it that I have ever seen. The nice little Asian man who I think runs the sushi counter there offered me some chopsticks and soy sauce to go with my sushi, even though I could have easily gotten them on my own without his assistance. I guess maybe it made him feel better to offer them to me directly? Who knows. People do seem to love coming up to me when my parents aren't around.

Here's to hoping my mood for the rest of the day will be better.

It is a BEAUTIFUL day today. There's a breeze, everything smells good, it's cool, but not too cool, and there's just enough sunshine to make it pleasant and not "Holy crud, I'm frying like an egg on the pavement". I did some running on the walk this morning, which was fun but exhausting. My legs are still protesting, especially since I just spent the last three hours cooking, doing chores, putting away food, etc., all of which involves a lot of standing. So I'm a bit sore, but not in any great deal of pain. It was fun to run, but very tiring! I took the dog along with me...even when I was going as fast as I dared, he was just loping along happily beside me, like it wasn't any real trouble. Sigh. To have four legs. I've taken over control of him from mom, who was becoming frustrated with his hyperactive excitement at the beginning of each walk, and I proved I could handle him after the wrestling incident on Monday. (Did it again this morning as well, as we ran he saw something - probably a rabbit - and tried to take off after it. I made it clear to him this was not an acceptable behavior.) So now I walk him, play with him, groom him, (just got back from doing that, he did really well. His fears of the grooming tools are easing, and I've learned to do it a bit more vigorously and a bit more quickly then I have done, so we get it over with fast and he doesn't have as much time to get worked up) discipline him, and occasionally let him run loose in the front yard when we go get the mail. :) Now all I don't do is feed him...mom and I are going to pop out to Wal-Mart pretty soon and get him a new leash, (old one is rough, too long, and rubs our hands raw) collar, and ident tag. Then I will take pictures so I can show him off to the world as the pretty doggy he is. =D

OK! Enough with the unintentional pet ramblings... I have one last thing I want to say before I start work on my profiles again:

BBC America, Monday, Sept. 18th, 9pm et. Murder mystery. David Tennant.

ohmygodSQUEE.

SQUEE, I say.