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Went to morning knitting group this morning, which was fun. Then tottered off to the Marketplace to pick up the new Buffy comic #17 that had come out earlier in the month and decided to see an early movie. They had a 12:45 showing of Hancock. Not a bad movie. I actually really enjoyed it. Before the movie I ran into Brookside for some candy. I bought a pack of cigarettes. I do it once in awhile. A pack may last me three months. I do it randomly, like in the car or before or after a movie. Just sometimes when the mood hits me, I sometimes do that rather than eat something. Both are bad, but whatever, don't judge. I hit up the potty before the movie, sit down, and twenty minutes into the movie, I reach into my pocket to move the cigarettes to my purse before I lost them.
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Yeah, I lost them. They were no where to be found. I don't know whether to take this as a sign or not. I probably should, but I'm looking more along the lines of that a)someone is going to find a pack of unopened cigs and squeel with delight and b)that was MY money. I went after the movie and checked the bathroom, and they were no where to be found. I even checked the trashcans I was so peeved.
So yes, Wendy Watson, I skinny dipped in the stupidity pond today.
GRR.
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Yeah, I lost them. They were no where to be found. I don't know whether to take this as a sign or not. I probably should, but I'm looking more along the lines of that a)someone is going to find a pack of unopened cigs and squeel with delight and b)that was MY money. I went after the movie and checked the bathroom, and they were no where to be found. I even checked the trashcans I was so peeved.
So yes, Wendy Watson, I skinny dipped in the stupidity pond today.
GRR.