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Hey everyone. Compared to going to the doctor everyday, there isn’t much going on right now, so I guess I’ll tell you about my hair. It’s growing back! It’s very dense and soft, kind of like a mink. You’d think that would be great, being like a mink, but my hair is also very dark now and it’s growing into a very pronounced widow’s peak that makes me look a little like Eddie Munster. I think it’s frightening but everyone tells me it looks great. Only one of us can be right on this one, which is why I wear a hat. The hat makes me look like a newsboy or perhaps a hip tambourine player. Improvement? I don’t know. I did notice this morning that, all grooming activity being moot, it only takes me about 9 minutes to get dressed and get to work, so that’s a good thing.
The other day I came home and saw Don talking to our former landlords. They are still our chums even though we haven’t rented from them in years. They had trapped squirrel in the back of their truck:
That was one anxious critter. Don and I were awakened the other day by what sounded like a squirrel raising hell in our attic. Having come to the party late, I assumed the trapped squirrel was the offending one, but it turns out the landlords just happened to have a trapped squirrel in the back of their truck when they stopped by to say “Hello”. That was a weird coincidence.
We had a rapture party on Saturday, just in case. A few day’s later Don’s half-eaten sandwich disappeared from the refrigerator. Someone from the Sandwich Rapture Committee left a note:
Keep an eye on your half-eaten sandwiches-apparently, this is not a drill.
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The world is ending on May 21. Graduation weekend, which is just my luck. This truck was part of a caravan of four circling the Capitol last Saturday.
If it’s not one thing at the Capitol, it’s another. As long as they’re not right in my movie, I don’t mind the proselytizers so much–but they do generate a lot of litter that blows into my vendor bay. Jehovah’s Witnesses are the worst. I don’t know what it is about religious reading material-people just seem OK with dropping it on the ground instead of the recycling can. The litter issue is sort of a medium size bug I have up my ass. Thanks for letting me share.
But back to the caravan…I thought they were here because Madison is so full of heathens but I guess there’s four sets of these travelling about the country right now, sharing the awesome news. (I looked that up on their website which I’m not going to link to because their beliefs, in my opinion, are fucked-up.) I have to say that I have respect for people who want to deliver a message about which absolutely no one else is on the same page. I don’t get how gay pride is a sign of the end times, but if you want to say it, be my guest. The subject of the world ending does spark lively conversation among passers by. I don’t know what we would have talked about otherwise.