real time, same place

slept till 1. i woke up at 10 and 12 and briefly considered getting up but decided against it. tina's mom made me breakfast and babbled at me with a cockney accent, and i even understood some of it. it's still pissing down rain, but no worse than portland, so i'm getting ready to suck it up and head downtown to the sari shops. i don't know if tina tried to get tickets for the rsc america show, but her note implies that she didn't, so 3 doors down it is.
forgot to mention when talking about the train fiasco that it's exactly the sort of thing i dream about all the time - i'm forever trying to get somewhere and revising in mid journey cause it doesn't work. only this time i did eventually get where i was going.
breakfast was good, but i miss american bacon. and i ate all the ginger thins.

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whoa - andrew mcnaughton does 3 doors down's promo photography. he's the same guy who does gbs's photography, and he's really good. small world indeed.