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it's been a wonky day. so i've been listening to old U2.

did some work. bought some bread. had a mashed potato. watched oprah. bought a parking pass. when i looked at my watch at 1.15, i was like: damn, it's so early! i just looked at my watch, and was surprised that it's after 6. oops.

i meant to get the ordered x-rays on my hands, and the corresponding bloodwork today. but i never got around to it. and since that doctor messed around with my hands they've been killing me. quack. he's only the most requested specialist in b.c. but that doesn't really matter. he didn't have to make my hands hurt.

speaking of doctors. i had this weird feeling the bank might mention the doctor thing to me the other day at the bank, so i was like: okay, get your story straight. then! the teller was like, what kind of doctor are you... so i said i wasn't an MD that i just had my PhD in communications. *laugh* i totally pulled it off. :oD heh heh.

oh, and at the bank i saw leather man outside, talking to the security guard. i first spotted leather man a few years ago, when i was going to graphic design school downtown. then i saw him the very next day. but hadn't seen him in a while. so i thought he was a tourist (it's hard to get away with a leather hats, full-length jacket, pants and boots in rainy vancouver). actually, i'm certain his shirt was also leather. anyway. there he was! wearing head-to-toe leather. in kits! i was a little surprised, but kind of happy to see him. still wearing leather. i wouldn't be able to recognise him otherwise. also, why isn't he at work (i always see him in the afternoon) and where does he live? is he allergic to cotton? i should ask.