Bus ride home was just too warm and sweaty. I'd filled my daily people quota already, and I'm a big weenie about heat. Bought a new lunchbox while transferring busses downtown. More accurately, it's an insulated lunch sack. But it looks cool, and I don't think the urge to have the coolest lunchbox ever really goes away.
I have no room in my life for P. Diddy. Isn't it like 14:58 on the Warhol stopwatch o' fame for this guy?