7:38 p.m. I'm hungry. What do I crave? Corn chips. Why? I don't know.
Let's get the ol' shoes on and hike down to the corner store. Right shoe. Left shoe. Tie 'em up tight. And the coat. There we go.
Open the door. Do I lock it? Sure. It's a bit chilly. Should I drive? Nah, it's not that bad.
Let's cross the street. The traffic is clear and I don't want to walk all the way down to the crosswalk. I hope one of those ambulances doesn't come and run me down while I'm crossing. Would they send another ambulance, or would that one take me? Hmmm....
At the store. There are some damn ugly people in this area. Back to chips. Fritos, Fritos, Fritos.... no Fritos. What the shit? Maybe over by the popcorn. Why would popcorn and chips be in different aisles? Nope, not by popcorn. Should I get ice cream? No, too unhealthy. Are corn chips really that healthy?
Rack of off-brand chips. Any corn chips? Nope. Pork rinds. I'd rather eat five gallons of ice cream.
Tortilla chips it is. I have salsa at home, don't I? Yep, I do. Nothing to drink though. No, wait, I have some beer. That'll do.
Where's the cashier? I don't see anybody. Oh, there she is. Does she think I was shoplifting? I was in the back of the store for a while. Whatever. Grab the change. No I don't want the receipt, thanks.
The alarm didn't go off, so I must not have stolen anything. Not that I doubt my memory of my past actions, but you never know. Cross the street again. I hope I don't get shot like my aunt thinks I will. I think she's a tad overparanoid. Whatever. I'm outta here on Friday.
Home. I should probably update the site. Josh and Ed need something to read. What should I write?
Hmmm. That's going to suck, but I don't have any other ideas. Here we go...