Yesterday, I wandered up and down Mass Ave. looking for old action figures. Do you have old action figures? They don't have to be in good condition. They just need to be able to stand. I need a dozen of them. This journey led me to many different stores, where the clerks suggested still many other stores. One of which was Pandemonium Toys & Games. That sounds promising, no? No. This was the type of store that dealt in magic cards. And had a room for game play. Which I accidentally walked into. But not the Yahtzee kind. It was all very serious and uncomfortable. And everyone there was very lanky. Much like the people at the art store. Except they were friendlier. And I ended up buying 5 pirate figurines.
Yesterday, I also got to meet Riles for coffee, which caused former roommate Amy to go into a jealous fit and text Riles. It was when we met up that I remembered that on my way to meet her, I had had a cookie. But suddenly, I didn't see this cookie anymore. Where was this cookie? Not in my pocket. Not in my other pocket. I checked many pockets. Then found it, shoved into my backpack. Not even one of those small pockets. Nope, I had just dumped it into the bag. And retrieved the crumb-y cookie in front of my former advisor. Because my life will never cease being a stream of smooth.
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