Having the day off work because of rain is always nice. Not that I don’t love work, but these unexpected vacations are quite pleasant. It gives me time to just wander, my mind, my body, my computer. All just out there kind of wafting. It’s fun to do, because I end up thinking of some weird stuff, writing it down, never showing it to people, etc. Or I go and sit in the International Cafe on Haight St for hours. That’s awesome.
Right now I’m in the Apple Store, dutifully waiting for Travis’s pleas to get his iBook’s trackpad fixed to be rebuffed, possibly even rebuked. I’m doing my nerdiest back here in the theatre, with my Powerbook on my lap. Someone has to be a huge loser, why not me?
I’m probably selling my desktop computer. I need the money, and I don’t use it, and it’d be nice to not have so much stuff. Great dream, but who knows if it will really happen? I’d also like a pony, but we don’t see the horse-fairy showing up too often round these parts.
I hate the smell of weed. I smell it all the time here. It drives me NUTS. I wish folks here would just bake themselves stupid in the privacy of their own homes, rather than bringing it out on the streets (or munis!) to bother the rest of us with it. Granted, in the city of San Francisco, the population probably leans 4000:1 in favor of those who smoke pot, but still. Rights of the minority protected by the majority and all that, right?
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