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 We slept late. |


 I zipped out to the 24 hour grocery store for some ferry potatoes. |
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 Some kind of oven bake potato patties |
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 Not unlike those you get on the ferry to Vancouver Island. |
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 And it sounds like Faerie Potatoes! |
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 Suggesting that you'll never be able to leave the Faerie Realm after eating of them. |


 Manien and I had a strange disconnected breakfast. She was off to see more movies while I had to go to work in the afternoon. |

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 After she left, I drew, jumping up every few minutes to do something else.
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 When I got to work, my manager was stressed out by inventory,
causing much misery for all of us until he went home. |
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 A guy from another department dripped oil across the whole store and my people refused to clean the mess up.
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 This caused an interdepartmental incident when the manager from a third department ended up dealing with it.
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 Mike and I had lunch together.
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 This was quite novel as normally there are only two people working grocery in the evenings. |
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 Meaning only one of us could take lunch at a time. |
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 But this night Drew was on too, so Mike and I dined together. |
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 And we had a nice smooth close. |


 And got out in time to hurry across the street to hit the liquor store so Mike could get some beer. |
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I bought the beer for him |
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As he had lost his ID a few weeks earlier. |
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 Although over 19, Mike looked young. |
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 So I felt like I was buying beer for my underage accomplice. |


 We managed to guzzle a few cans each on the ten minute walk home.
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 At home a sleepy Manien recounted the plot of the Cabbie in great detail to emphasize the abrupt change of direction at its end.
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 As I finish drawing Friday |
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 It is over a year since the 'stupid week' occurred |
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 And the details are hazy |
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 I've based the last part of the week on a few scrawled notes. |
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 I'm in Toronto now |
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 and Vancouver seems very far away. |
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