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1. Walking from my house to campus, wearing a long skirt and a shoulder bag, managed to have bag rub against skirt in such away that it rotated entirely about my person and back to where it started--twice.

2. Slight shower enabled me to for the first time utilize my white umbrella with a map of the London Underground on it. Just call me Richardrichardmayhewdick!

3. On the way home, stopped at Walgreen's to purchase blank CDs for my clinically insane Make a Mix CD for Everyone in My Creative Writing Class project. Also sunk to new low by purchasing Marie Callender's chicken pot pie: delight of my childhood, bane of my arteries. Don't tell anyone.

4. Last night had dream that something horrible is going to happen at this year's Bay to Breakers (annual San Francisco race/cross-dressing event). Would be worried, except suspect my dreams to be anti-prophetic, or else would spent whole life discussing produce with The Edge, almost-but-not-quite having sex with Spike, and running away from things. A lot.

And that, aside from the three and a half hours of television ahead of me, has been my day. Sigh.