Boomerang

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Since I woke up at my usual pre-dawn, I took the opportunity to zip over to Ralph's for cat litter....and vodka. I learned that they're charging for bags again, and you can use your own, but just have to like...do it at home or something. Ironic, given that I brought in all the plastic bags they'd given me, but I'd recycled them. Before I started aggregating the comparable losses (if I steal, person with less will have a harder time stealing), I stole hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of groceries. I'm not going to quibble over $.40.

My new phone arrived, and while it's still silent as to what company makes it, it actually came with a cover, which means the guy I bought it from never looked, and likely didn't know himself. It was actually something of an exercise in nostalgia, as the new phone needed me to look at a list from Google Play to select which apps and such I wanted to re-install. It took forever, and I ended up having to plug my phone in and leave it. Even fully charged, the phone is largely nonfunctional. Back to the hunt.

The aptly named Karen, a woman who'd been clucking Right Wing talking points yesterday, came back after yet another flounce, and Eli from the Music Group joined in to read her for filth. "Sadistically shredding their semblance of logic." I waxed poetic, though whether that was from the weed or the intellectual exercise.....Karen *finally* just deleted everything. Eli's fangs had come out, and she'd already gone through a playbook of fallacies and psychological defense mechanisms.

I managed to finish all of my work, and managed to review the week and save a couple mistakes, too. I bought myself a mouse mask, and not letting perfect be the enemy of good, bought a grey one. There were no white ones available, except one that used the same image as the cat mask on their site. At least the grey one has mouse teeth.

I laid with Lady Miss Friday after work, and kept looking at my Catwoman poster. Ended up calling my mom to thank her for taking me back in the day. I talked a little about starting a pet religion, but she was against it because she now dislikes all organized religions, and everything gets twisted to be terrible. The connection started breaking up, which is probably good given the subject matter and my continuing inebriation.