20 October 2019, Sunday

37th Ave. (6673–88, 7213). Thinking the supermarket was supposed to open an hour earlier (07:00) than it actually was (08:00), I decided to take a substantial but relaxed constitutional to kill some time. Picture of Cinderella someone had left behind (6678–80). Phallus graffito in the cement at 88‒18 to 88‒20 (6684–86). Looked around TF and compared prices and inventory to my usual supermarket destinations. A sexy fit fag in tight jeans unlocked and opened a salon as I was passing. (Was it at Venus?) Empty Ingrid’s (6687–88). It was no surprise that the supermarket was still closed even when it should have been open, and so I sat for a bit on the bench right in front before deciding to instead kill further time in DR until around 08:15. Wm. T. looked a little chubby but handsome with a nice posterior (7213). Beef Franks and tuna and antipasto salads from FD (08:49). When every coin I had with me came to exactly the amount I needed (23¢) to pay with exact change, the cashier said “Wow.”

Skipped EHSQ.