Google search result: "canvas shoes"

It's like deja vu all over again.

1:20-2:20pm: had a nap.

Vanity plates:

MINUCHA (red Corolla)
KA-YAKY (white Trooper)
IMKRUZN (beige PT Cruiser, driven by a woman with beige hair)
4 MI DOG (grey Cherokee)
HAPY (white Lexus)
BUFFAN1 (green Oldsmobile)
TPLESM3 (black BMW)
91RAIDR (black Accord)
GOY KNU (white Caprice convertible)
NUG 223 (black Audi A4)
25 RED (red BMW)

Look at me: I'm gorgeous!

Haircut day!

Every time I go to the store now, I can't find the brand of peas that I bought the previous time. Three weeks, three different types of peas.

I don't know what it means, but I bet the government is behind it all.

Vanity plate: MAMOOSH (white Corolla)

"Can I see your ID, ma'am?" - teenage punk who served me at Tower. Moron.

5:15-6:20pm: had a nap.

For the life of me, I have no idea how one gets from here to here.

I can definitely hear a ladder.

I need one of these.

And a singing coach.

Flirt.

Survey
(send your responses to the usual address)
1. Blank verse or iambic pentameter?
2. Catarrh or phlegm?
3. Fly in the ointment or spanner in the works?
4. Forests or jungles?
5. Metaphors or similes?
6. Odds or evens?
7. Poke in the eye with a sharp stick or slap on the face with a wet fish?
8. Shadows or reflections?
9. Short skirts or long dresses?
10. Teaspoons or tablespoons?

I suppose the lesson here is: when your heart says sweater and your head says shirt, you should listen to your heart.

I should have worn a sweater earlier. When we went to the restaurant. I actually put a sweater on first, then took it off just before we went out and put on a shirt instead. But I should have worn the sweater.

5:40-7:55pm: had a nap.

And a Coke.

I had the chicken tacos: soft tortillas, no tomatoes (obviously) and double rice instead of beans (of course).

Not sure what sort of plant it was, but it was definitely a Mexican flag.

At Baja Cantina (on Washington):

"That's a digitally enhanced ass" - waitress

"I will love my Melissa forever. From Tim." - written on a little flag stuck in a plant pot.

Found the hat that goes on the blue head. That's a relief. I'd been looking in the wrong box.

Apparently it's the number 50 bus.

A communication has been received:

> I always want to talk about the people i see on the street.
> Nearly every morning I see this guy on my bus, he's got this jacket
> with a baseball picture on the back, and then it has the interesting
> fact that "During his career, Babe Ruth averaged 384 home runs!"
> Give him a mention on your site. Even if you haven't seen him. Please.”

I don’t think that will be possible. Maybe if I knew the number of the bus....

5:00-6:55pm: had a nap.

Nothing happened on the way to or from the library.

And was that Peter Buck out of REM walking past the post office? Again, it looked like him. Again, how can I be sure?

Was that Nick Nolte at the post office? It certainly looked like him. But how can I be sure?

Go here. Now, dammit! (You're looking for "The Hours".)

Google search result: "saab vanity plate"

I've been wearing my socks on the wrong feet all day. What an idiot. No wonder my feet feel strange. I suppose I should swap them around, but that seems like a lot of trouble.

4:30-5:30pm: had a nap.

This is mildly diverting for about thirty seconds:

brian mccloskey is a 10
brian mccloskey is no stranger to poverty

Vanity plate: DANIBRI (red Acura)

So let me get this straight: that little lizard guy used to get angry every time the phone rang when he was in the shower and it was a wrong number because people thought they were dialling the insurance company....and now he's working for the insurance company?

Life, eh? If it's not one thing, it's another.

Woman wearing a white baseball cap, sitting behind the wheel of a silver Honda, flossing.

Written on the brown paper bag the shopkeeper at the corner shop gave me when I bought butter: "#2 5."

Some sort of secret code, I reckon.

Street haiku:

That French man will get
A ticket if he parks his
Car in the red zone

1:20-1:50pm: had a nap.

Didn't have to wait in line too long at the post office. That was good. But then I had to go to that scary guy's window. That wasn't so good. Twice in a row he's served me. Of all the rotten luck....

Swore at the Scotch tape earlier. Believe me, it was asking for it.

Google search results: "to sleep perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub"

Bought a roll of brown paper at SavOn. "Great for Bookcovers, Packaging, Masking projects, Arts & crafts".

What are masking projects?

5:10-6:20pm: had a nap.

In town: old man playing a violin with a plastic Coke bottle.

Number of times I have slept in a tent: 0