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Kitty had a hard day yesterday (Sunday). One of the neighbors, a shirtless Marine, was installing steal racks on the ceiling of his garage. I saw him when I checked my mail. As readers may know, my apt sits over the row of garages. In other words, it sounded like he was coming through the floor.

I did my grocery shopping. I don't know what was going on with me. I knew if I was going to get it done, I better go right then. The going wasn't much of a problem, I listened to a mix CD on the way. As you'd expect at 1am, the story was mostly empty except for employees. I did see youthful pair of brothers come in just as I'd started shopping. I didn't get a sustained enough look to tell if they were twins or just looked an awful lot alike.

The ends of most of the isles had caution tape up. This was to keep customers from the staging area for new stock. That's great except it keeps you from the dairy case. Not deterred, I wandered under the tape as needed. I wish they'd restocked the bread already though. I have damn few choices left in regular sandwich-type bread.

I splurged a bit, reminded by echoes of Mother to "live a little." I also picked up a few things we didn't need just yet like cat food. I stocked up on paper towels. It was interesting to see the range of count across rolls: 50 to 60. Predictably the super-cheap towels had the lowest count. I wanted more, damn it, forget the price. The store-brand was actually more expensive than a major brand on sale. That's a bit unusual. Often they'll put their own brand on sale too. I ended up with the special PINK breast-cancer awareness designs.

Monday was a holiday, Memorial Day. I put the flag up at 5am. It was probably a technical violation of the uniformity of the apartment appearances policy of the complex but I figured I could round up the Marines if needed. They aren't completely uniform anyway. Several have plants visible on their decks, for example. My immediate neighbor has red curtains. No one complained and I took it down after 6pm. Kitty was in her lounge chair when I went to bed and when I awoke she'd begun taking over the bed.

We missed the first hour of "On The Lot" tonight. They finally began showing the full film clips and voting began too. I didn't vote. I just don't have that much invested. There's one guy who is called a "VFX wizard" and his film was pretty cool, done in one continuous take. The guy needs someone to tell him to look at the camera and not to smile. He looked very handsome in the candid footage and a bit freakish in the stage lighting. At times Carrie Fisher, one of the three judges in lounge chairs sits like Mother did. I can't really explain it precisely, it was just something I noticed. I have something in common with the once Princess Leia: neither of us like flatulence humor in films. I had my "dry run" as an internet radio DJ. It went OK except when the streaming service kept looping my station announcement. No idea when I'll be on next. (Thank you, Leon, for tuning in and enjoy your holiday in Japan this weekend!)

I'd been days since I've seen Duckie. Kitty thinks he's avoiding me. I think he's just busy.