I went to the store to get some more alfalfa sprouts, and there where some political petition booths along the
sidewalk. There is one at the corner, where I was walking towards the store, and another in front of the local
Grave Robbers Guild lodge, where they sell yarn and overpriced wall decor.
I leave after pulling myself away from another clearence banana loaf which I found so detestible last time I tried
it. In front of the Guild is the booth labeled "Stop Newsom!". Now, as a real human with a soul, I do believe Newsom
ought to take a long walk in someone else's short bus, but I can tell that the petition is from exacly the party
that would think to set up shop in front of a Hobby Lobby.
I tell them to go to hell and they tell me the same. No one at the other booth asks me to sign, did they think I
signed at the other booth? I am worried, because I wear the same thing every day and I don't want people to
recognize me and think I am a republican.
I came home and read more than my daily goal and caught up for lost progress, and than ate too many crackers.
Besides my trip to the store today was uneventful.
Tomorrow I will be doing my monthly detox, where I don't use the internet and drink twice as much water until I feel
I am no longer a danger to myself and others. But don't worry, just because I'll be offline doesn't mean I won't be
sat in front of my computer, tip-typing away. I'll upload everything at once when my voluntary exile ends.