Tonight I went with the Transhumanists to Taco Mac. Had a nice time, though I wound up sitting across from S, the aforementioned frigid woman, and so had a good ninety degrees of my field of view forbidden to me. Last night I visited Marie and her roommate Chef in their dorm up the street. They go to an art school. I smoked a cigarette and a cigar, and afterwards worried about my lungs.
I've run out of eggs and fruit. I need to go to the grocery store soon. Until then I'l be eating nothing for breakfast but multi-grain cheerios in soy milk with a glass of orange juice. That is not a balanced breakfast.
Last week my parents received an anonymous t-shirt in the mail concerning zombies. It was right after my best friend and cousin James's birthday and I hadn't gotten him anything, so I brought him the t-shirt and gave it to him as a present. Now my aunt on my father's side is asking if I got a t-shirt in the mail. I'm hoping it's a present from her and not them looking for a misplaced package. That would be an awkward situation indeed.
I think this post may have been premature. Too many inanities.
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