Heard last night:
"Yeah, so the bouncers took a bunch of stuff from us; my baseball cap, my buddy's knife..."
"There's this magazine I really like...have you ever heard of the Economist?"
In other news, I'm exhausted, Tessa is pretty, my subconscious is back to hating me, Mother's Day at the cafe is insane, and I got paid this weekend. Twice. All in all, pretty much same old.
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