I don't have much on my mind except how money continues to clown me (specifically Citicards). And how I went from doing so well with money management to not paying attention and my money got really bummed and acted up for negative attention.
Last night I went to the
color-themed thing at Union Hall and then ate fake meats at Hunan Delight, which I also had for lunch leftovers today, along with some strawberries and mango orange slices. According to the innernettes, "mango oranges" don't exist but it says so on my PS Food Coop receipt and the cashier even yelled over to the other cashier, "Hey! Deb! Did you see these? MANGO oranges! They're the same size as blood oranges!" (which I also got). Verdict: I like blood oranges better.
I want to try this
smoked pb dark chocolate bar (while I'm waiting for the Ricemilk Choco to be delivered to the PS Food Coop).
And if you know what's good for you, you'll
click on this link to view the owl sweater that I will never be able to make because I am not a knitter but covet regardless.
And there are some
staged Netflix factory pictures here, which I liked looking at regardless of the branding assault on my eyes.