An appropriate lunchtime guest
Rough start today—miscommunications and general Monday edginess devoured most of my morning, and when I could get back on task, my concentration was foggy enough to multiply how long even simple things took.
The way things were going, the sight of the man in the hat at lunch did not surprise me (it's happened before):

Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.
(Note to self: make other lunch plans for tomorrow.)
The way things were going, the sight of the man in the hat at lunch did not surprise me (it's happened before):
Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.
(Note to self: make other lunch plans for tomorrow.)
exhausted
Hmmmm
Re: Hmmmm
Seattle is a big town. Figure the odds.
(Anonymous)
nothing, as far as I know.
You may or may not have seen a comment that I crafted in response to Mr. Anonymous before I realized he was anonymous, and not actually *you* - so I deleted it, because it wouldn't have made much sense - in any case, sorry about the confusion.
People who really know me (or you, or anyone) can talk with me, and people who don't know me…don't know me (which is 100% OK—that's no crime, either).
(Oh, and I don't really have anything against him; I'm just amusing myself. Others mileage may vary—that's why this isn't their journal).
This is completely funny by the way. Your run in's with Dan Savage that is.
(And I know, too.)