went straight to Metrotown from work, riding down the hill with Patricia and Scary Clown, then a meal in the food court (U Grill) and then bought myself a summer jacket with all the latest hardware detailing, drooled all over some fet gear in that weird shop with the dragon out front at Silver City, then Pirates of the Caribbean, (LTGW said it was an art film and he was mostly right) & then a meal. Keith cued it up so that Paul came to the movie as well and we had a very civilized and comradely evening, including a stopover at Chong Lum Hin (where else) where Sue gave us a rapturous welcome, and I got to read episode ninety – the last – the very last – of Strangers in Paradise. It has a happy ending!!! Me so happy!!! they Both get pregnant and live happily ever after. Okay, this will only mean something to maybe two people who read my blog, but I was terrified Terry Moore was going to kill off Tambi, and he didn’t. And I gave Paul back the Powerpack and a piece of mail that somehow got included in my mail forwarding. And somebody saw the house, but no offer. Open house this weekend, wish us luck.
I’m glad my evening was so great, because work sucks a Greyhound Bus Station Men’s Restroom Mop right about now. Not people, just work to the ceiling.