activities of daily living

On the walk from work to the bus stop, I saw the party girl between seventh and eighth on Pike. By asking about the location of the party, I was rewarded with flash mob instructions and a noismaker. After a few minutes of transient fun at Pacific Place [ press ], I went home.

After last week's peak occupancy of eleven people, the house population has now dwindled to just two. Flash and I pretty much have the place to ourselves; so I guess I'll probably just watch a Amorres Perros.