Aug 29, 2008 18:16
A homeless man came into the store today to buy a present for his girlfriend. He bought a jar of bubbles. He was wearing a few coats, even though it was sunny outside. I almost told him that you can make it with dish soap and a few other things, but then remembered he probably doesn't have a kitchen and the bubbles are actually cheaper.
Sleeping is suddenly consuming an alarming amount of my time. Maybe its time to start taking some pills again.
I sometimes wonder whether my lack of desire to raise a child of my own means that at the bottom of things I am a sad, cold and empty person. Off to look up classified ads in the Sun now. I need a map of Vancouver to tell me where to go to avoid the prostitutes. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I wonder if they still show Seinfeld reruns on television at night? It seems like the sort of thing that you'd find in an old motel where they write the name of the place on the pillows so you can't steal them.
I went to Hourglass a few days ago and bought some Y: The Last Man. It's good!
Cheers
Julia
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