Yesterday, Adam and I went on another of our expeditions downtown. As always, I seemed to know *everyone* we ran into (whether I wanted to or not). However, downtown there was someone we all know,
Lincoln! Adam and I retrieved photographic evidence which proves that Lincoln is not in fact dead, but is walking the streets of Springfield (apparently drinking chocolate milk). But how can this be? Further observation suggests that they are in fact MechaLincoln clones,
forged from the parts of lesser Lincolns. We also ran into Elvis, but I was busy driving so I wasn't able to snap a picture.
I worked at a group home on the west side of town, and actually had a pretty quiet evening. I spent some time with a cute little kid chatting about my friend Brittany. I now have a voice recording of him screaming, "I LOVE BRITTANY SPEARS!", which I'll have to play for her later this week.
After work I stopped by Floyd's to hear this beautiful singer/songwriter type
chick. She was gorgeous to listen to and it was well worth putting off my cup of Earl Grey Tea.
Today Bush is in town for a dedication of the new museum, and as usual I'm just annoyed that it's hard to find parking downtown. These presidents are always mucking up my parking. I swear, after all this museum blitz, I'd vote for anyone who just promises to never come to town or cause the streets near my house to be blocked off.