apparently there ain’t no cure.

we’ve been sitting here, in the television room, watching old doctor who episodes for some way to deal with davros, and also because there’s nothing else to do than watch him eat jelly babies. we considered calling him, but he’d never get here on time.

i’ve been drinking a lot of coffee. the percolator is almost permanently stained. my cookie habit is becoming three packs a day.

the girl at the deli has stopped ordering cookies from her supplier. she says she’s sick of seeing my grinning face.

she doesn’t like my jester hat either.

she doesn’t like much of anything.

she says she likes american soaps about teenagers going through high school, and that new movie about the girl in love with the guy who learns to return her affection with sensitive manliness.

i’m kind of glad i’m going to the supermarket for my supplies from now on.

that girl was just plain weird.