After the haircut, I walked around downtown and saw the peace marchers arriving in Centennial Plaza. Slightly hungry, I had lunch at Zaina since it was the place that makes Min Lao's Falafel Friend breakdance with joy. The sandwich was, indeed, delightful.
I thought about getting a halloween costume for tonight, but decided that I didn't feel great or social or inspired. When Rachel called to say that she was not going, I thought about an essay and a poster that need to be finished soon. I think I will try to do more than think about those when this baseball game is over.
Damn rally monkeys.