A night alone is an excuse to dance around the house singing made up showtunes.

Or, oh, no wait. I live with Sovereigns. We do this all the time.

Actually, it's been a pretty quiet day. I meandered around town for awhile, bought a yellow pad of paper and a new pen. Office supplies are exciting. When I was a kid, sometimes I'd go to work with my dad and raid the supply cupboard for highlighters, fineline pens, post-it notes and graph paper... just before eating my weight in the free Jolly Rancher candies on his secretary's desk.

There's a little stationery store down the street so I go in there sometimes so that I can clap my hands retardedly in between grabbing handfuls of Bic pens. It's not like there's a ton of shopping to be had in Masset, which is awesome for my bank balance, but it does mean that you have to squeeze every single bit of shopping related therapy that you can out of the purchase of some crayons and a pack of Mentos.

And now I am sitting around in my pajamas, watching zombie movies and eating Melissa's beautiful salad. It was my job, in regards to the salad, to peel and cut up the cucumbers but I don't really have the motor skills required to handle large produce. I spent a good five minutes gingerly hacking the poor vegetable apart before Melissa just kind of took it from my hands and miraculously salvaged it.

But enough of produce and thrilling stationery! I am excited mostly because Gen is coming down in a week! We are going to wander along the beach, possibly so she can pack her suitcase full of agates and pebbles and shells. Who needs clothes? A suitcase laden down with rocks wouldn't be like, that heavy. Many adventures and photographs shall ensue!

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