Well, I had a sucky weekend. I was sick with some gastro-intestinal invader. Not good. I had tickets to go see The Damned at the House of Blues Friday night and I couldn't go. I love lighting $25 on fire. It's FUN! Money is for losers, anyway.
So Saturday night I started feeling a bit more human, but stayed in 'til Sunday morning when I decided to go to the Hollywood Farmer's Market. I'd been hearing about this thing for quite some time but hadn't gone yet. I'm not really a morning person. But since I did so much sleeping this weekend, I was up early Sunday, so I figured it was a good time. I needed some fruit anyway.
It's like a little slice of Venice Beach, but more Hollywood. Those who aren't familiar, Venice Beach is more hippie, Hollywood is more...I don't know; old school rocker/eccentric/downright crazy types. I was kinda out of it; it was hot and I had only eaten two bowls of soup in almost three days, so my brain wasn't moving at top speed. There were a few things to take pictures of but I somehow forgot to use my cam phone. Oh well.
There was this tall, dark -haired woman who was clearly a hooker just standing in the middle of the Market. So bizarre, so Hollywood. Next to her were two guys working for the DNC, yes, the Democratic National Commitee. They were, of course, trolling for dollars. gotta love their hook phrase, "Want to help get Bush out of office?" Well, yeah, who doesn't? Then they get ya with the 'gimme money' routine. I told the guy I already gave and he still pressured me for more. Fucker. I told him I'd go home to get my credit card and be right back. I lied. Instead I walked around and bought some grapes, some really tasty pears, and some peppers, and a cantaloupe. That's some good eatin'.
So then I went home and found I was pretty tired. So I chilled on the couch for a while. Yeah, how exciting. It was a low-key day of recuperation. Now I'm back at work. Sweet.
The only small ray of light is that it seems I got a promotion that I was waiting to hear about. So there's more money to look forward to. That's always a good thing.
So, back into the swing of things, folks. But the students are arriving en masse this week, so be prepared for me to be misanthropic for a while.

Cheers.