SUPER MARKETS!

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then I felt myself falling insane:

When I got home, Brett said "I was at Hollywood video, and this guy handed me a phone number and asked me to call him." I said, "Did he want to give you a job?" Brett said, "No, I think he wanted to fuck me."

For the first time in I don't know how long, I feel normal. Not in the "completely ordinary" sense, or in the "vector perpendicular to a plane" sense, but in the "everything is okay" sense. Things are good. My thinking seems to run better. I didn't get any more coordinated, though. Dropped a plate of shoyu on the living room carpet.

I've seen people stretching reports, with a HUGE font and TWO INCH MARGINS, until I'm like "D0od, this looks like a POEM." -- Brett, on midterms.

Brett and I went to QFC to get food and coke. As always, we played the linguistic grocery shopping game. It's so dumb. The premise is that many packages at the store are labeled in a manner consistent with <adjective/descriptive noun> <plural noun that ends in s>. When you see a label like this (i.e. "Plastic Straws"), you mentally reassign meaning such that the first word is now the subject of a declarative sentence, and the second word is a present tense verb. Example: Chicken Sticks. ("Chicken STICKS!") We somehow find this hilarious, possibly because the food now seems to be making self-affirming action statements. ("Pop Rocks!") It doesn't always make sense, especially since you often wind up verbing nouns that were never meant to be verbs. ("Waffle CONES!") You don't have to say it out loud or anything, you just think it. The end result is me and Brett walking around the supermarket laughing like idiots for no apparent reason. Even if you know what we're thinking.

I think I'm smiling, but I don't know for sure. Am I happy? I should be asleep, but there's no sleep to be had.

Yes, the penguin is an alarm clock. -- Brett, going through Customs from Japan.

I still, uh, have a Mother's Day card to send. I may be a Bad Son, but I like the card a lot. I wish I had a scanner so I could save it here. I will get a scanner soon. Then I'll have lots of pictures of Things In My Room Smushed Against a Pane of Glass. Oh, and the famous Mr. Null cartoons will be saved here for eternity (or until the heat death of the universe). Mr. Null looks exactly like a little cartoon guy that My oldest older sister Beanie used to draw, except for one important feature. Mr. Null is an aleph-null with limbs and a face. Mr. Doinksquirt (Beanie's cartoon protagonist) was a bean with limbs, a face, and a line drawn through it. If an aleph-null were kidney shaped, there would be no cosmetic difference at all. Mr. Doinksquirt would often do clever things, such as eating off of non-toxic-fume-emitting, biodegradable ceramic dishes. (as shown at right)

("Pudding cups!")