one giant leap for... me.
I had to step out into the rainy cold today to pick up some things from the grocery store, which meant that I had to back out of The Dreaded Gate. Actually, I probably could have got Scott to do it for me, but I thought it was time that I gave it a shot. I took my time, but I did it and, I'm happy to report, without crashing into/scraping against anything. Go me.
The store was a madhouse. Some woman blocking my access to the frozen fried sweet potatoes asked me if the bag of McCain french fries she was pointing at were the same as the ones in the weekly ad. Carts collided. A balding and bespectacled man dumped flour all over himself and then proceeded to run around making "OooOooOOOoooo" ghost noises. Two vaguely handsome but somewhat slovenly twenty-somethings smashed pumpkins in the produce section while singing "Bullet With Butterfly Wings". The world is a vampire / Sent to drai-ee-ai-ain.. I think I heard the sample lady speaking in tongues.
The Gate proved to be the least of my worries.
The store was a madhouse. Some woman blocking my access to the frozen fried sweet potatoes asked me if the bag of McCain french fries she was pointing at were the same as the ones in the weekly ad. Carts collided. A balding and bespectacled man dumped flour all over himself and then proceeded to run around making "OooOooOOOoooo" ghost noises. Two vaguely handsome but somewhat slovenly twenty-somethings smashed pumpkins in the produce section while singing "Bullet With Butterfly Wings". The world is a vampire / Sent to drai-ee-ai-ain.. I think I heard the sample lady speaking in tongues.
The Gate proved to be the least of my worries.