all righty then.

Lungs seem to be functioning again, and the temperature's in the high 30s, so I was actually able to go outside for lunch. Alas, I forgot it was February 1, which here means two to three months of solid weirdness. Maybe it's the point where we start to accumulate Vitamin D again, I dunno.

So. Walked over to Dick Blick, since I used that whole pad of Bristol I got last month for Valentine art. Which I can't scan or post yet, since my scanner has died and they need to order a new one, which had better get here before time or I will be very, very pissed after sucking in all those marker fumes.

Turns out that Dick Blick is closing at the end of the month. Everything is half off. Which means I got some good stuff for cheap, but will also have to come up with new strategies for obtaining art supplies in the future, and they will cost more. Fudge.

I saw a chalked sign that said "SQUID SALAD!"

I got in an argument with the bookstore cat about where and when petting would take place. Then tried to convince another customer that said cat had once eaten a baby. "A baby what?" "The regular kind."

A young man driving by in a car felt compelled to let me know that "9/11 WAS AN INSIDE JOB!!!" Sorry, kid, but if you look at the photos, you'll see it was clearly outdoors. Also, so's your mom.

A grizzled prospector/hoboish gentleman meowed at me. Perhaps he's a friend of the cat's.