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Wednesday, November 01, 2006
 
Egged

I got home from work and out of my costume. I was ready for normal clothes again. And I was tuckered out (probably from getting up so early) so I took a 45 minute nap. Then Lisa and I went to the gym for a full workout. I'm glad we went. Heck, I'm always happy that I've gone! From the gym, we both went to get some much-needed groceries. I got home, unloaded the groceries to the counter, and then went to go park my car.

As I circled around Canturbury Street to come back and park on Germain Street, my car got egged. While I was driving. Lovely. I think the worst part about it was when I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw that the guy who had done it and who was running away was not a young kid. He looked like he was in his late teens. Now living uptown, I don't have a driveway and hose so I can't just give my car a quick wash. I didn't want to leave the egg on the car - who knows what it'd do to the paint as it dried on, and who knows when I'd have a chance to wash it again. So I headed out to the Esso on the east side to get my car washed. It's the only touchless car wash that I know of. Well, other than the ones where you get out of your car and wash it yourself - but those require cash and I only had 22 cents on me. So, by the time I got home at about 9:45 PM, I still hadn't put the groceries away, and I still hadn't even had supper. Needless to say, there wasn't much of an evening left. I hastily put the groceries away and just had something really quick to eat. I also took a much-needed shower and washed all of the halloween hairspray out of my hair. I then sat down to go over my script but I didn't get very far before I started to doze off. So much for spending the bulk of the evening working on the play.
 

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