Plans

Well, I went to a yard sale today. Sounds like fun, no? Noodled a bit on my guitar, purchaced $60 worth of comic books (Marvel adaptations of the Star Wars movies IV-VI), 5 pairs of socks ($.10 each), 2 suede jackets (1 black, 1 hunter green for $1), a book on Shotokan Karate ($.50), and the Hercule Poriot Casebook ($.50). Went out to dinner immediatly after I got home, and a filksing after that. This yard sale is what I want to go back & do tomorrow. But no, the damned gamers have to show up and confine me here. I don't want to be here. I want a god damned escape, damnit! Why?!?