Saw Richard Belzer again. Walking his dog.
Girl browsing poetry section at used bookstore tried to be helpful and/or tried to talk to me. Missed opportunity. Idiot.
Fucking Hitler's birthday. No wonder I'm in a shitty mood. Though it is partially mitigated by Richard Belzer.
Good news: 420th post to this blog was made on 4/20. Completely unintentional. Some of the posts are saved in draft so there are really less than 420 visible. Additional unintentional: Pink Floyd poem posted on 4/20. (To all interested governmental parties, let it be known, I have never partaken in any controlled-substance-related activities.)