196th day sober. As per my new idea of a weekly schedule, I didn't do any Ebay stuff yesterday or last night. And come to think of it, I don't have to do any packing today because I'll be up in plenty of time to do it tomorrow.
I got tired around 11PM last night and went to bed, although it was kind of early, woke up around 6AM, went back to bed until about 8AM, read some "How To Read Donald Duck", an interesting book I'd wanted to get a copy of for a long time, then got up close to 11AM which sounds late but is still earlier than usual even recent-usual, for me.
I've had this weird headache that comes on in the evening, and that's not fun. It does not make me feel like practicing a loud violin right under my ear, and makes me feel even less like blowing into brass plumbing.
It seemed like it was hardly there today, though. I took off from here around 1, after leaving the place circling around to make sure I'd locked the place up and also, there had been a zombie passing through who had a bunch of junk on his bike and was carrying a bucket by holding the handle in his teeth because what the hell does a zombie care about keeping his teeth? I circled around and came out of the complex a different way and hanging out by the fence was that zombie and another zombie. So the zombie problem around here continues...
I'd decided I was going to check out Pars Kosher Market which is 'way down Bascom avenue, almost halfway to Los Gatos and I rode all the way over there, with a couple of stops on the way for errands. I finally got there and ... it's kind of a sad show. It's very small and sparsely stocked. I looked around but didn't end up getting anything.
On the way back though I checked out the "International Food Bazaar" and I actually got some things there. Then on the way back from there I checked out another Middle-Eastern market and got a cherry fizzy water and a fairly large tub of those dry, strong, black olives.
I stopped at Whole Foods for some cheese to go with the olives, and rode for home. There was no more than the usual zombie-dodging to be done downtown, but as I was riding on Old Bayshore to here a female zombie yelled from across the street, "Hey! Got ciggrit??" then when I didn't respond (why in hell would I have a cigarette, only the scum of the earth smoke cigarettes these days....) I heard a stream of gibberish that I suppose with the zombie cussing me out for not having a cigarette on hand.
Thinking about it now, Renee a female zombie/scumsucker/whatever the term, who lived in the parking lot here with her son and daughter (who she constantly fought with and of course all three are felons) once called to me as I rode in for a cigarette and when I came up to her (I used to always carry a 10c book of matches to give to these beggars) she said she'd actually thought I was someone else. I guess some fellow crumbum who, like all of them, smokes "cigs" all day when they're not huffing glue or stealing things.
So with the zombie yelling away I quickly ducked into the entrance that's a bit narrower and twistier (I heard the yelling get louder and was worried the zombie was on a bike) and zipped through the hole in the fence in the middle of the complex and got the bike into the shop as quickly as I could and shut the door. But I didn't see anyone on a bike, just a different zombie on a motor scooter with a bike trailer behind, that comes through here somewhat regularly. I was back in here about 5:30.
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