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And 2 hours later...

I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte

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And 2 hours later...

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Went out.
Hit postoffice: was second person in line.
Acquired present mailed to housemate, and present mailed to me: I do not know who my secret santa is, but it was a good choice, and thank you.
Acquired present requested by housemate for mutual friend.
Had a cup of coffee.
Went downtown
arrived downtown.
Bought presents for mother.
Bought present for self, afterwards, because bookstore was nearby, exerting evil bookstore suction ray, as is its wont.
Alexandre Dumas, you shall be read, and you shall have influence upon my writing style. Aubrey Beardsley, you shall be my calendar for 2004.
Escaped bookstore line in 5 minutes- made salesgirl laugh aloud because I was surprised I'd gotten downtown at 4, hit two checkout lines, and it wasn't even 4:30 yet.
Was wished a happy holiday by salesperson, returned favor.

4:40ish: caught bus home
Exited bus.
Went to Walgreen's.
Spent more time in Walgreen's than in Macy's OR Borders.
Acquired wrapping paper, acquired bows and ribbon, went home.
Unpacked booty.
Boxed Mother's present.
Unwrapped present from secret santa.
Read a bit.
Sat down at computer and wrote this.

I did not once find myself tempted to kill.
I even wished salesperson a 'happy holidays'.

...I'm obviously coming down with something.
  • I had a not dissimilar day (fewer stops, though), but I also never wished anyone to die (though I swore at someone who cut us off). I suspect that this is because my travels to and from downtown were on an express bus that only took about twenty minutes each way. The creepy thing is that except for that guy who cut the bus off, everyone was exceptionally nice and polite. Last time I was downtown, holiday or not, everyone was rude and irritable.
  • Since I haven't heard, I'm guessing you haven't gotten anything from me yet. Bah! Humbug.

    You will.

    (It just might be late. Bah!)

  • Bought present for self, afterwards, because bookstore was nearby, exerting evil bookstore suction ray, as is its wont.

    Bri's mother gives me $100 Borders gift certificates every year.

    I love that woman. I really do. She understands the siren call of the bookstore.
  • heh

    and here I thought you were getting all cynical.
  • Wow, I'm quite impressed. That you didn't want to kill anyone is amazing. Though my day wasn't too much different in the way of suprises. :)
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