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spaghettisquash

Walked to North Beach jazz fest. Yay!

Going through jewelry to pack for cousin's wedding. Awestruck by the tacky. And the dead watch batteries (7 of 8).
Pasta with summer squash, brown mushrooms, italian sausage, tomato, and a bit of tomato-basil sauce with parmesan cheese.
kind of ready for vacation. kind of uncertain about vacation.
I have unpacked enough to declare NOTHING broken. Yay!
Some days are like that. Even in Australia.
Used a pay laundry machine for the first time in 8 years. This building is weird, sometimes.
Not sure if the gadget is worth either a 3 hour queue or a 4 week waiting list.
It's cold. And I still have no house keys. Maybe tomorrow will be spent working from home. :(
Lost two things last night. Sadly, the one left unfound prevents me from joining my day.
Too much sun today. Again.
Going home: passed a witch, then the cannabis club, then a cross between The Comic Store Guy and Riff Raff. Guess they're all riff raff.
Random flying an orange kite amongst the homeless.
DONE with moving. donedonedonedonedone.
Must be 100 people queueing up for iphone.
Bastille Day!
@byronium: but it's my half-rose half-pony monster.
Everything's coming up ponies and roses. Ponies! Roses!
Everything is worse when it is hot.
The constrasts seen walking in my 'hood aren't funny; they are sad. Internet, you lie.