Dammit. The organist at some baseball game I was watching this weekend was playing the Violent Femmes (?!?), so now I have "Raisin in the Sun" in my head. It could've at least been "Add it Up."
I'm back at work. I should've taken a picture of myself this morning--I hadn't bothered to shave in about ten days, so I had a totally stylin', patchy, 16-year-old redneck beard goin' on. If I hadn't had a haircut recently, I would've looked like the Unabomber's neglected manchild.
Health-food stores always amaze me. How do the hippies afford to eat? You can't get a jar or a box or a bottle of anything in one of those places for less than about $7.50. I mean, I guess they save by not buying soap, but damn.