So yesterday there were some errands to run, and I ran them to the best of my ability.

Well. As opening sentences go, I've seen better, but it's early in the morning and frankly, it's the best I can do. Anyway.

The first thing I had to do was go to the supermarket and make a deposit at the bank for Love Creek. I turned in a couple of invoices to Cynthia and batted my pretty green eyes and asked if I could possibly get my money soon soon soon, and she said that if I made this deposit for her it might be sooner rather than later, so I went.

I've made ATM withdrawals in the bank inside Pathmark before, but I've never stood in the line. Actually, I can barely remember the last time I stood on a line in any bank, but people do that in Pathmark because the queue for the tellers was half a mile long and the machines were empty and ignored.

When I got to the front of the queue, the teller asked, "May I help you?" and I took one step forward and the sign telling people to "wait here" flew onto the floor with a resounding crash. "I have come to break your sign!" I said to her. She told me that it was always loose, and to hand it to her, so I did, and she set it up behind the counter. "So people are supposed to leap over the counter now and wait there?"

I handed her my deposit, and then saw a cup full of lollipops. "Ooh, lollipops!" I cried, grabbing one, unwrapping it, and stuffing it into my mouth in 1.2 seconds. The teller looked up shyly and said, "They're for the children." "I refuse to believe that I'm not one!"

So my role yesterday was Big Freak at the Bank.

After me proving that you can't take me anywhere, I went into the City, where my general oddness is less noticeable.

I had three errands to run--I had to get my printout for my taxes at the darkroom, I had to get some more wool as I am nearly done with the navy blue scarf that I have been knitting for months on end, and I had to go to Demeter, because I used up the last of my beloved Funeral Home perfume during Boys in the Back Room.

First I went to the darkroom, and when I got out of the subway the Union Square Market was in full swing. Not only was the Union Square Market in full swing, but right at the subway exit, right as you come up into the light, there is this stand that sells the most delicious looking pies you can imagine. It is like an evil trick, I cannot imagine anyone coming out of that exit not buying a pie, and if you are not a pie fan they have homemade doughnuts and other things like that. Nobody gets away alive, I'm sure about that.

After the darkroom, I decided to walk to Demeter and the wool shop. I was pretty sure that the wool shop was on 1st Ave. and Demeter was on 2nd. No, wait, they weren't. Maybe the wool shop was on 2nd and Demeter was on 3rd. No, that wasn't right either.

I rang information on my cell for the first time, which is a different sort of information, belonging to the cell company, and they totally couldn't find Demeter. How dumb were they?! I decided that I was dead certain that they were on 2nd Ave., so I scoured the block that I was pretty sure that they were on and finally found...an empty storefront with an eviction notice pasted in the window. Argh! Argh! Also, argh!!

How am I going to get Funeral Home lotion? They don't sell that anywhere online, nothing but the perfume, which I very much want but I will be very sad not to have the lotion ever again.

Then I remembered that the wool shop is on Avenue A, so at least I got the wool that I will need if I ever finish The Scarf That Wouldn't End, and went home.

The ground is still frozen. Elvis died a week ago and the ground was still frozen yesterday. I really don't so much want him liquifying on my back step. Maybe today it will be diggable.

Today's horoscope:
You can be responsible and still have fun. Someone who trusts you is willing to cut you some slack. Once you're suitably refreshed, just imagine how efficient you'll be.

One year ago today:
And that was that. Except for the fact that I think it's really shitty to say "You've done something terrible! Just terrible! I cannot even stand to look at you! And I'll tell you in three days what it is."

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