Bored
Rumor has it that Starbucks is giving away free coffee cups tomorrow. It may be worth my time to wander over to NW Station and see if I can find them. Not that I need a coffee cup, but, you know, *free*! Some of us never get over our poor college student days, when everything not nailed down ended up in our backpacks. Witness the fine assortment of silverware from Saga (Alma's cafeteria) that I still have, and the cheap red polyester tablecloth that doesn't fit any table I own. (I considered the silverware thing to be a public service; over the course of 4 years, I gradually weeded out all the bizarre unmatched pieces, which improved Saga's atmosphere and reputation for fine dining, enabling them to charge even higher prices to the students who came later.)

Had a dream last night that the Creepy Gardener Guy who lives next door, over the course of one day, turned his property into a honky-tonk bar with an outdoor stage, beer garden, and assortment of neon beer signs. He disappeared as soon as the work was done, leaving us to sputter in astonishment and rant about zoning codes that allow homes to be converted into bars. Obviously, having live country music next door would suck, but the silver lining is that the Gardener left! I think it's a fair trade-off.

Have discovered wilwheaton.net. He's actually a very good writer; who knew?! I feel a little bad about my days in the Wesley Crusher Must Die camp, but he seems to have come through mostly unscathed.
- posted by Diane @ 10:25 AM