january 11th 2014: don(nette) cheadle

another lateish-in-the-morning trip to the commissary. another walk through desolation. out of gardenburger, boca, and that other brand thats fairly expensive products? annies? something like that.

cleaning up the kitchen enough to give it the look of "not so bad."  catching up on shows for the week. after the winter breaks i got out of the swing of things. its kind of a good thing too though because otherwise what would i do with the morning? 

tonights time killer will be going out for a pub crawl. it doesnt seem like anything spectacular, but sometimes you dont do stuff based only on how fun it may be. part of preparing for that is taking a nap which leads to a dream about robbing a store or something. somewhere in there im attacked by a dog. somewhat voluntarily though so someone else could get away.

the outing lasts until around 2:15ish at some place near the dragon house. i didnt like it from the start, but it seemed to be a favorite of the people in the group so we waited it out. british women dont look the greatest.