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Just like the other

Today was a day pretty much like yesterday. The quest for shoes continues. Oz's quest for soccer gossip continues. The cats' quest for extra food continues, and is basically successful. Lucky cats. I should send them out for shoes. And candy. My brief quest for candy today was also unsuccessful. I went to the chocolate specialty store and found they'd moved! Without telling me! There was no notice up at the old location, but the paper taped over the windows claimed that a "Tokyo Market" would be coming soon. After I got home I found out where the chocolate store went. It seems that at their new location, they will only carry chocolate and not other kinds of candy. This is really too bad, because they had some non-chocolate things, like very aggressive black licorice, that you couldn't find anywhere else. They are also where I discovered the deliciousness that is pistachio brittle.

Different today: I had a haircut and inadvertently ended up with one of the official lesbian haircuts. It seems to have calmed down a bit since I washed out the product put in by the stylist. (For a while they had "hair engineer" on their business cards, but they aren't doing that anymore. ABET would not have approved.) For a while there, I looked really dykey. I was trying to describe it to Oz. He said, "Oh, so you looked like Sting? Or like that country-western singer?"

"No, not like Sting. You mean k.d. lang? I wouldn't mind looking like k.d. lang. She has good hair."

We ate at the Full Kee and they gave us fresh lychees for an after-dinner treat. A friend of ours who lives in the tropics has a lychee in his backyard. He posted pictures of the ripening fruit online and made me envious. Now the envy is somewhat assuaged. Oz took the seeds and we will try to grow our own lychee, though I don't hold out much hope for success. Lychee propagation is a little more complicated than shoving seeds into dirt.