And I wonder...

...if I'm ever gonna see the horizon eclipsed by billboards and shopping malls.

As if I needed another reason to not shop at Target, *every single billboard* at the Washington el stop was a tacky-assed Target ad.

Thanks for visually polluting my commute, fuckers.

I'm not crazy, just frustrated.

There was a really pretty girl on the train, too. She even made some eye contact with me, but I was too chicken-shit to talk to her. Oh, sure, I can rationalize it by saying that no one wants a stranger to introduce themself on the train, or I was getting off in 2 stops anyway, but really I was just too scared.

I walked home in the pouring rain and got soaking wet and felt alive. I was jumping around rocking out. I fixed my bike tire and then washed a shitload of dishes.

My mom told me they're trying to decide whether to put my dog to sleep when they move. He's still perky, but he's blind and a little cranky since he's *old*. I told her to take him with and do it if he can't adjust afterward.

I forgot to eat dinner again.

I feel like this story needs a conclusion, but there isn't one.