and two copies of O Magazine (don't judge. Ok, go ahead, I would, so I can't blame you). Out of misguided loyalty, I picked up the one with Ellen. Totally dull.
The one screaming "The 15 Tiny Changes That Will Change Your Life" sucked me in. After combing the magazine five full times, I still can't even find the article.
Hey, O, here's one tiny change that will change my life: fix the freaking index, ok?
Went to Wendy's, waited behind a very irate deaf woman and her mortified companion. I don't know sign language, but let me tell you, what ever that was, it wasn't pretty. Can't say I blame her, however. The cashier took her good old time getting to the register. What she was doing beforehand I don't even want to know.
Went to two different bookstores hoping to buy a copy of that Chaucer translation, only to not be able to. Very frustrating. Saw my former landlord in one of them with his very dashing (bought and paid for) boyfriend. Ducked behind the travel books to avoid being seen.
Went to Target for bread and ended up buying a cute little chrome folding table...completely unneeded, but it will replace the ugly plastic thing I've been using for the past four years.
Came home. Wasted time online. Got bored.
Decided to take my lonesome to a late showing of "Sherlock Holmes". I figured it would be worth the price for the sets and decor...and Jude Law, right?
But what else did I have to do? Not surprisingly, the audience was very small...and very white...actually it was the whitest, best looking audience for any movie I think I've ever seen. Scary. I sat in the back row like the phantom of the Opera. If there'd have been a chandelier, god help us all.
Came home and turned on Raoul, my longterm companion.
Now I'm off to search again for "15 Tiny Changes" that can "Change my life". I suspect one of them is putting down this stupid magazine.