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Sigh. Walked to the farmer's market today partially because of my mistake in thinking the marine corp marathon that is run by my house was today (it's tomorrow). Stared at the pile o' stuff by dremo/bardo. Shopped in the courthouse cvs - they have the worst selection of wet n' wild I've ever seen - 100% normal colors. The bum in front of me bought a pack of cigarettes (marlboro) with his collected change.

Lemme tell you about the way she walked, and the color of her hair.

I want to sit in murky and read crap, even though it will me make smell like coffee as the hard-core fumes permeate my semi-permeable membranes, but I really need to sit down and do the work I didn't get done last week while in a coma on the clock. It's also crowded as hell because the upstairs section is closed, bollocks.