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Today doesn't have a theme. Little of this, little of that.
I rifled the magazine rack at Kmart of Yazoo City, searching for a copy of Internet Underground. I found one. April issue. The Halloween stuff is out. I keep expecting to see those plastic tie-on hospital-gown style costumes of my youth, forgetting that technology and foreign labor have moved kids beyond that indignity. My big boy wants to be Superman. He does not want me to do the costume, specifies he wants to be "Superman with a plastic mask." That particular Kmart does not carry the female condom yet. I don't know if any Kmart carries it yet, but I look most places I go. They do have good deals on thank-you notes, though. Heh heh. Tried the buffet at the new Chinese restaurant in town. Jin-Jin I think it's called. Good prices. Chopsticks upon request. My dad paid; he gets stubborn that way, won't let me or Will pay for anything when we're down. We really didn't talk any about events of the last week, we just sat back and watched videos. "Above Suspicion," "The English Patient," "Married to It," and "Slingblade." I could do movie reviews, I suppose, but that's not what this journal is for, really. This place is special to me, but it isn't my home. I miss my people. I live on the net. We leave in the morning. |