There's a nice break in the weather this fine Saturday morning. I met a friend at the crack o'dawn for some early morning organic produce shopping. We overheard some health nuts talking about raw vegetables, and we got a little overzealous and decided to start at 8am.
As I write this post, I'm toasty warm with my car in "park" and the heat on "low", watching the thin sheets of ice drift around Lake Saint Clair. Won't be long now before they're completely, finally gone.
My car smells like a vegetable garden.
Did a plane actually crash in Betonamu? Was it a misunderstanding? So confuzzled.
I think I'm going to strip my hair color.
Edited 03/08/14: Applied daydream filter.
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