... it's getting better.
A fruitless trip to the mall. I tugged on a fitted leather jacket in the Harley Davidson store and admired it while Gavin kissed his reflection in the mirror. We didn't accomplish much today, but I did my good deed when I discovered that the clerk at 7-11 had given me too much change and I went back in to return it.
Mike spent the afternoon with his band, but came home to get his work uniform. He dropped off a copy of Napoleon Dynamite, so I guess we'll get to see what all the fuss is about. I thought about Brooke as I examined the character on the cover.
School starts tomorrow. I don't actually have class until Tuesday, but perhaps I'll be going to the library, where I can chat with the philosophy undergrad I work with.
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