Yesterday I got mad at Adam for being light-hearted.

This is not the first time it's happened, but I have an increasing awareness that it's my issue, not his. I am more than able to enjoy life, but I would not typically call myself a light-hearted person. I envy those who are, and that envy translates to anger.

We had 6:45 reservations at Foreign Cinema and I was not about to walk in there while we were still irritated with each other. So we stood on the corner of Mission and 21st, and I was forced to look at myself and then explain who I am.

It's a good lesson. Oh, and by the way: If you have the means (or even if you don't), I highly recommend Foreign Cinema. It is so choice.