Saturday, December 24th:

Strange candies shook into my hand from a plastic bottle. Miniature Nestle's Crunch bars mixed with the round shapes, hoping to absorb some of their mystique by association. I held out my hand and offered the candy to the woman nearby.
( sinister_dr_x is Professionally Unimpressed, and So Am I )

Saturday:

We walked from Housewares up through Girls' Clothing, then past all the impulse-buy racks that separate check-out lanes. beltramgregor casually fell behind a couple paces to block me from the camera while I pocketed a syringe from the shelf. (It was nearly the color of maple syrup; I think the label said "Marburg variant.") I needed another ( Read more... )

Sunday morning I dreamed that Buffy Summers--renowned Slayer and former cheerleader--was at my parent's old house in Eau Claire ( Read more... )