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Day 5:  March 11, 2003

 

Early afternoon, at Kentucky Fried Chicken.  To begin with, yesterday ended rather quietly.  I visited a couple more spots, then made my way home.  Dinner, then bed, eventually.

 

Today, things haven’t been as wonderful, so far.  I’m seeing more of the city, and it’s still astounding me.  But I’ve essentially done nothing but walk, today.  I made my way to a music store I was hoping to see, which was quite a long distance from Union Station, to find that it had been closed a while ago, at some indeterminable time.  Since then, I’ve just been walking, and walking, and walking.  However, I might utilize a taxi, soon, in order to get to places I want to go.

 

Distance certainly makes the heart grow fonder.  I still miss those I left back home at college and town.  No souvenirs, yet, either.

 

Note self:  I will never touch another bite of coleslaw as long as I live.  It is the vegetable food of the devil, and anything gross and unholy.  I bet that Judas Iscariot and Brutus. . . .Roman Guy are forced to eat the stuff for eternity, on top of being munched indefinitely by Lucifer.  And I bet HE gets pissed off, because it’s hard to keep coleslaw in your mouth when you’re screaming in eternal agony.  Fun stuff.

 

Can no one find a bald man and rice milk?

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Day 6:  March 12, 2003

 

10:15 a.m.:  After my last entry, not much happened.  I walked some more, and eventually made it to Barnes & Nobles, which ended up being a good 2 hour chunk of time.  I took a cab (first one EVER) back to Union Station, where I promptly got on the wrong train.  I did not realize this until the train was well on its way to its destination, fifteen minutes away (or approximately 15 miles) away from my uncle’s neighborhood.  Thusly did I get home at a later time than expected.

 

Today is most likely going to be a “work and veg” day.  It’s unlikely that I’ll go in, so I’ll be able to get some stuff done, like practice, write, and shower.  Perhaps, I’ll even philosophize.  No, wait, that’s a constant.

 

5:00 p.m.:  The day continues, slowly.  I practiced, I wrote, and I showered.  I did a little work for John, I read, and I thought about stuff.  I also thought about the dream I had last night.  I don’t remember what it was about, but I know I was talking out loud, and woke up in the midst thereof.  Perhaps I was arguing with Crap about the relevance of rice milk to a bald man.  She was in there, though.  Wonder why.

 

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