I was walking up to the bus stop this morning when I heard a guy yelling behind me. I couldn't see what was happening, but I assume it had something to do with a car that was blocking a lane, as the phrases "blocking three lanes" and "fucking asshole" were thrown about. As the annoyed person drove by me, he stuck his head out the window and said "Pardon me for disturbing your beautiful morning". Ah, Philly.
Also,last night marked a rare occasion where I put down a book with no intention of ever picking it up again. I started "
The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters" by Gordon Dahlquist because of a positive review in Locus. I tried for days to get into it, but never made it past page 33. It's just too dense and Victorian for my taste. I have now switched over to "
Ask a Mexican"
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