bill nye is right -- fifty degrees in january!

DELACRUZINK777 writes: “Who creates the script of your daily routine?”

on sundays, there is no routine. especially here. i get to do whatever i please, within reason.

today i woke up at 8am. i drove to home depot. in fact i drove right past it. then i turned around illegally, and drove back to home depot. here i had two keys copied and lamented not learning Spanish in high school. biggest regret of my life (yes, my life has been very easy up to this point).

then i returned to my apartment and did two loads of laundry. and really banged my head hard off the ceiling of the basement. i saw starrs.

next i dodged piles of dog shit and walked three blocks to this record store i’ve been walking past for the last week. there was a very friendly cat walking around the store. lots of great used cd’s. i found four to buy:

red sparowes – every red heart shines toward the red sun
the pixies – doolittle
these arms are snakes – easter
battles – B EP

(i should have bought the t.a.a.s. album a long time ago.)

then i assembled my christmas gift – the dirt devil en vision upright bagless vacuum. it is awesome. it really sucks. it is loud and has a headlight. and it’s green and black. the only picture i can find of it is on wal-mart’s webpage, and i can’t in good conscious link to it. it would be like linking to nambla. just try to picture it. it’s real pretty.

what other fascinating things did i do today? i had the television tuned to the two nfl playoff games today as i played with my vacuum, scrubbed shelves, and continued to unpack. i unpacked nothing between tuesday and saturday. i am lazy.

i also looked up a number of things on wikipedia – i go there every day of my life. even on vacation i think. in case you’re curious:

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i never knew ian williams was from johnstown.

also on this sunday i ate a clementine, only to realize after i had finished it that almost every one of the clementines in the box was moldy. gross.

lunch: a sandwich and too many doritos. two sam adams’s. and a small 100 grand bar.

dinner: four rice, cheese, and black bean tacos on corn tortillas. delicious.

but the water here tastes like metal…

now i am just listening to music and writing. soon, sleep.

it was a good day, but missing someone.

tomorrow the man writes the script of my routine.