Not much else to say, just that after the library incident I felt a little bit dreary. I stopped at the mall and went (where else?) to the Waldenbooks location and just drifted around a bit. (That is the normal reaction to mild depression, right? Sure it is...) They didn't have much of what picqued my interest, but I impulse-bought a few things anyway. Maybe it was the spirit of Carla, seductress/saleswoman- remember her? I dunno. I didn't see her.
I left the crummy, downsized store with a bleak outlook on life. Maybe it was the Tylenol allergy pharmaceuticals. I just felt cast-out, for whatever reason. I felt vaguely anarchistic. I wanted to see the Starbucks go down in glorious flames.
*With no people inside at the time, of course.* But I just had this gorgeous image in my mind of the shopping center becoming flooded with Venti Cappucino Mocha Double Latte Espressos.* Yeah, I wanted to see lots of merchandise dripping with caffienated commercialism. If they ever decide to close one of them**, let me know. I mean, if they decide to demolish one of them, invite me. Nothing really against them, I promise. It's just that at that particular moment I had had it up to here with people. Errgggg! But the clerks at Walden were very genial, helpful even! Didn't matter. Misanthropy was my chosen demeanor. Now get outta my way!
*No sugar, please!
** HAHA! Fat chance, I know.
My fantasy life has been in overdrive recently, as all of you readers can easily gather. Now you see what 5K001 does to your head? Creativity reigns during the summer, but facts and reason are my masters in the remaining months.
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