Notes on a Sunday:

It's days like these when I'd love to go to New York for the day (not for a useless interview though). It's kinda cloudy and just a little chilly -- I'd say moody. I'd like to go to NY sometime before the holidays so i can see the all the decorations and wander around aimlessly.

I worked at the store last evening, like I do every Saturday. But unlike usual, gossip and complaints were slinging. And it was mean! I felt like going up to them and saying "Hi, I'm leaving now. Feel free to talk about me." But I suppose that's self-absorbed. I wonder if they do talk about me, what do they say? How I'd love to be a fly on the wall; hear the vitriol.

I'd like to set up a writing group with people I work with. I think it would be fun and it would get me to write.

Now I have to make the world safe for consumerism.