martial arts and no love lost

last night i said "monkey fuss." i also said "don't leave until i get back," but that apparently sounded more like "i'm going to the bathroom." and that was almost all. then our first telephonic drama with a chaser of reckless endangerment. closely followed by passive aggression over sleeping arrangements and an uncomfortable hug. i don't understand why this isn't working, i mean all the ingredients are there. this morning i was told to try not to crush any expectations today. i don't have any idea what that means. also, perhaps more importantly, there was a somewhat agitated man standing in the middle of howard and cypress. he threw things at cars, screaming. his every tendon and sinew straining against the confines of skin, seeking blessed freedom. all the cars, including mine, just swung a little bit out of the way to avoid his punches and karate chops. oh, yes- there were a lot of karate chops. i have video. at first, i thought it was funny. but the tortured face is haunting me and i feel like a monster. maybe that's what it meant.