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[nolly]

1. Sprint declared my phone irretrievably dead. Since I have a contract with them, and being reachable/able to reach people is important to me, I replaced it. That's a bite out of my ConJose budget, though.
   
2. The Sprint store is in the same shopping center as Ikea. Ikea has good food at good prices -- I'm particularly fond of the gravad lax. (which is missing an umlaut or two, but I forget where they go.) I wasn't hungry quite yet when I finished with Sprint, so I decided to price computer desks for future reference before eating. Only to discover that the restaurant closes significantly earlier than the store.
   
3. So, still in a fishy mood, I head off to Niban for some tasty, reasonably priced sushi. And trip over a curb, resulting in a quarter-sized scrape on my knee (through my jeans, which luckily didn't tear) and a larger scrape on my elbow. Get Band-Aids from an employee there so I won't bleed all over the restaurant.
   
4. After a tasty plate of sushi, off to Target -- I don't have Band-Aids big enough. Get big fabric bandages and antiseptic/anesthetic spray, which claims "No sting". It lies.
   

So much for accomplishing any useful amount of housework tonight. Tomorrow, there's a Softweargirlz event, which I may just stick my head into before coming home to clean. Wednesday and Thursday are busy, too, which leaves me with next weekend to deal with this disaster area,.

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"No Sting" means...

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... that weathered rock singers will not shoot from the can.