Professional logic

I'm beat. I wandered around Gastown today with Marc and kept running into great stuff, like a hand knit scarf I wouldn't wear enough to justify buying, and a Japanese dog magazine written in a language I can't understand. But oh, that was a great magazine. You should have seen it. And then I ended up spending a lot of money anyway, after all my resistance, on a couple of shirts at Block. More articles of clothing I'm afraid to submit to the chaos of my household's laundry scheme. But it's satisfying to have bought clothes, in any case. I tend to be really reluctant about getting out and doing that, though when it comes to buying books, toys, videogames, dvds, and records, I have, um, less antipathy. As you know.

Then to Yaletown, where Urban Buffet was closed, cruel fate, so we ate at Milestones, where Marc, ridiculously, has a massive amount of credit. It's ridiculous, I mean, because the atmosphere is rather awfully suck, at Milestones, and makes me feel like an alien. Like I did in highschool. But it was free, which was very nice, and we escaped the area before the clubbing kids arrived in droves.

After The Animation Show at the Ridge, and after I'd driven back home from Marc's place, I found the shirt Narns had nicely left in my room for me. I'd forgotten about it, and just finished saying to my mother "But you know, I hadn't bought any clothes for a long time", when she asked me what the bag from Narcissist was. Unh. A shirt I bought. Geez maw. Spaz.