The demise of Encore has forced me to Starbucks where holiday music tinkles and the creepy men who are always here stare at me yet again. The next time the weak-chinned guy stares at me I'm going to tell him to put his eyes back in his head. You think I'm a nice person who is kidding about this, but I'm not.
Thanksgiving worked out! Way too much food, declamations, and Sailor Jerry, but fun was had by all.
I'm creeped out right now about this.
And I'm feeing as though there are an awful lot of stories in the news today about zoo animals. Is that what we turn to in the face of hundreds of deaths in Sadr City?
Hope never seems to stick around.
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