I sat under a tree by the HUB to read some of McSweeney's on one of the few remaining patches of green grass in Seattle 2. I stayed for a while, until it looked like the people who hit each other with sticks were reaching a quorum. If the kid whose pants were actually sagging below his buttocks didn't kill the tranquil mood, the medieval fighters definitely would have.
At home, I conversed with Jenna with the wonderful world of instant messaging. I tried to multi-task and play Scrabble, but I kept losing when I'd get caught playing fake words.
I met Rachel & Pancho to see Y Tu Mama Tambien again. Mostly because I was bored and getting out of the apartment and interacting with other humans sounded like a good thing. Before the movie, we had mojitos at Ruby. If you're in the area and need a perfect summer drink you're really doing yourself a disservice if you skip the opportunity to have one for the low price of $3.
On second viewing, I tried to pay more attention to the actors and the scenery instead of the subtitles. The movie felt more heavier or more depressing this time.
On the way home, I dropped in to Tower to buy some CDs to appease my craving for new music.
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(1) Claritin-D. I've been out for a few days and am starting to wonder whether I really need it. Maybe it's still hanging out in my system?
(2) I am conflicted about the grass situation. I am not a fan of mowing the lawn, so I should like the dead brown maintenance-free grass situation. At the same time, I can't deny the goodness of soft green grass.
