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Earlier today I saw the guy now playing the stop sign taunting a tourist, shouting from across the street, "you can't even get an erection," among other things, most of which were incoherent.

Servers were endlessly running in and out of the kitchen while many patrons sat, waiting to order, at empty tables.

For the sake of my grandfather who departed earlier this year, I dropped in for Sunday service at St. Louis Cathedral. I've not been to a mass in 15 years. 

All the restaurants I found near the Loews Hotel, where I'm staying the next three nights, are closed. Most closed at 10pm. That is not what I expected.

I've arrived, two hours behind schedule. 

"Lightning crashes / a new mother cries." –Live

Jane posted an insane ad on Craigslist a while ago. The ad said she was trying to get an interior design business going, needed to develop a portfolio, but couldn't afford to hire a photographer to shoot her work.

I started this gig in 2010. After 38,241 scans and a whole lot of sorting, my work on the Philip Glass manuscript archive is done. I turned in my keys to the Dunvagen office tonight.

Well, there's your problem. 

I've you've been waiting to see the movie but haven't, know that you could find Nemo at the gallery.

WAS WAITING 4 YOU. I'M @ THE GALLERY. NEMO

No need to search the high seas.