Patrick's Soapbox

I went shopping today, and was joined before I departed the flat by

href="http://www.livejournal.com/~damok/">Damo-K. We voyaged in to town, opting for the Fairlie terrace through the

buildings down past the bench, through the wall, descend into the wooden car park, and down the dirt track round the field,

and down the super steep part of Vivian St. At the intersection we reached, as we patiently waited for traffic lights to

change to our favour, who should arrive but an old friend Lucy. Unfortunately finance and time prevented having lunch at her

work, but I assured her that I would visit sometime in the future. Depending on how I feel on Sunday afternoon I may venture

in and say Howdy.

Needing to bank a cheque, we voyaged to ASB, upon arrival I acquired the account number,

and then faced the dilemma of wether to use the tried and trusted personal banking line, or to use the business line. Oh

decisions, decisions. Rather than risk ridicule at the business counter, I used the personal line, and the lady said I could

use either, so I didn't worry.

In need of food, Courtenay Central demanded our presence, and China Chow

delivered a delectable feast, even though I accidentally chose a boned item, which annoyed me somewhat, but once I sat, began

to eat, and realised said bones, I could no longer care.

Shopping brought about a loss of funds, as it always

does. However, I got some tasty aioli, garlic flavoured, which makes a great dip, and I used hardly any, amazingly, with my

chips (which shall make a feature later in this entry). I also purchased a number of miscellaneous (wow, I spelt that right

first time. I'm even more amazed than you are!) items. After journeying through the checkout, and saving a whole $1 or $2,

DamoK and I ventured towards the taxi stand, and a quiet reserved taxi driver, who gave me exact change from a $20. Most are

friendly and chatty, and charge you less. However, this doesn't always happen.

Walked to work, played some

brick-attack while on the cable car, and had a generally uneventful trip, apart from there being a hundred million billion

school kids on the pavement. Even more than I'm used to at 3:35 on a Thursday afternoon. Maybe I just forgot how much I

hated them. Stupid people. Why do they think they can be on my pavement? Walking through wave after wave of uniformed lurker,

I got to work, and chatted, and was 7 minutes early. So I could have caught the later cable car. But what can I do? Eat

chocolate, drink water, and chat, that's what I did.

Home was the next point of focus, only distracted by

Burger-King, and a phone call home, and a quick jaunt to the video store to return a game for Sean, and to rent Under Cover

Brother again, and to pickup some tasty chips. Finally reached the homestead, watched the DVD, eat the aforementioned chips,

with the aforementioned aioli, and generally enjoyed myself.

Now it is now, and you've been subjected to

what I think is my longest entry ever. I was going to write a PHP script to parse my exported Library.xml. But the XML is

2.3mb, and I can't be bothered, and I'm tired, and somehow it's 12:44am. So I'm going to bed, and I'm going to

sleep, and then it will be tomorrow, and then I will go to class like a good little student that I'm not.

/> Night, ~p