Well, that was an adventure.

I got on the bus and asked the driver if the bus stopped on Street X and Y. He said, “Uh…Ma’am, those streets are parallel”.

I gave him the look and said, “You KNOW what I mean”.

He laughed. Not with me. Oh well.

It’s been like this. I’ve been on the wrong page for a few days now. I don’t think I’ve quite caught up with time in this space. Maybe parts of me are scattered between here and Nevada, drunkenly staggering back to Texas.

A little late for work, ya’ll.

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I decide I’m thirsty on the way to HEB so I head to 7-11 for a half coke/half slurpee. When I realize I miss my turn , I resign myself into going to HEB thirsty instead. Then my overactive id determines that I MUST MUST MUST have my treat NOW NOW NOW. I go to turn around and the craving dissolved and I end up deciding to go to the other HEB instead.

They really do have a better produce section. They take longer to rot away in the bottom bin of the cooler.

On my way there I turn and twist and my headspace somehow goes from “getting my truck back for a quick trip for groceries and massive studying session (test tomorrow)” to undergoing complete slackification, “leaping into the dog-eared orgy abyss of Half Price Books.”

$52.

It’s dangerous in there. I only visited TWO sections.

These books are HALF PRICE.

I shouldn’t be allowed in there.

There should be group therapy for this. 12 STEP REGRESSION TO ILLITERACY.

***Maybe I can find a book on it …***