After work I took my car to Discount Tire to get one of my tires fixed, and they were packed. Lots of people getting snow tires put on and stuff. So they told me it would be a 2.5 hour wait just for my little repair, which sucked, but I didn't have a choice. I wandered over to the Bookman's plaza and went to Michaels, JoAnn, and Bookmans. Bookmans has a cool little cafe, so I got a Mexican mocha latte (so good!) and sat by the window and just watched the rain come down. It was lovely. There was a very interesting guy performing there today . . . I didn't find out his name, but he's a singer/guitarist/Native American flute player. I think my favorite song was "Don't Worry, Be Hopi," which was sung to the beat of "Don't Worry, Be Happy." It was all about the trials, triumphs, and spirit of the Hopi tribe. It was pretty amazing, in a Flagstaff kinda way.
They had these little signs up around the cafe, and it made me happy:
Love it. If I were doing NaNo this year I'd totally write there.
I finally headed back to the tire place and on the way I passed this . . . um, interesting? . . . bit of Christmas window art. I can't remember which business had it on their window but I find it odd:
I texted it to B, and this conversation happened.
Me: I do not understand what's happening in this picture.
B: He's . . . inflating his sack?
Me: He's inflating someone's sack.
B: It's so swollen.
B: He's blushing too, little scamp.
Me: Viiiiirgin.
Yeah. We're interesting together.
I got back to the tire place right about 2.5 hours after I dropped my car off and sat there for another 45 minutes. It sucked. And my tire was fixable but when they took it off they found it was totally bald on the inside. I told them to just put the spare on if they could get to it (getting to my spare is complicated . . . my dad wasn't able to when I was in Ktown). I thought for sure I was going to end up having to buy a new tire but the spare thing worked out and I had my car like 5 minutes after my conversation with the tech.
Then I picked up my Lithium, which is awesome. I was dreading doing it because I thought for sure my doctor's office would have fucked up again, but thankfully that wasn't the case. Woohoo medication.
So that was my day. I think this was the first Friday since I started at MHC that I didn't come straight home and take a nap after work . . . maybe I'm growing up!
Probably not, though. Probably not.
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