I did some stuff and messed around, but then got back to doing stuff. I ate in the middle there somewhere, and i had some kind of premade food which wasn't spectacular but hey, it was filling. I went around some places and got things, and then I went back home and resumed something or other. Finally, I went out for a meal at one time or another, and it was food.

I saw two Cannondale police-model bicycles parked in the Optometrist entrance at the Bon Marche. They were locked together with a pair of handcuffs.

Late at night, I tried to buy peanut butter from QFC, waiting in line with a bunch of obnoxiously queeny drag queens. I'm sure it's hip to say all that gossipy crap about peoples hair in high pitched voices, but perhaps a grocery store is not the most appropriate venue. The checker was so pissed off that he was swearing at me continuously about them after they left. His boss came along and told him that if they came in again, to give them their money back and tell them to leave. The newly-shorn security guard meandered up and commiserated. I decided not to try and get the peanut butter for free, though they had forgotten to bag the previously purchased pb.

They should have al Qaeda vs. Kikaida -- Kris

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