Tuesday's Almost Gone

I Googled "911" But Must Have Typed It In Wrong...

Tomorrow morning,
Sue and I are on the docket at the courthouse, concerning our citations for sitting in front of The Marriot.
We each have to be there at 8 a.m.
I will probably be late, as is my habit. "Second Call," I believe is preferable to facing the judge early in the morning, especially when he or she has a courtroom full of work pending.
Laundry Done
It is the small victories which I take satisfaction in winning right now, in this city which seems to have a collective consciousness willing everybody's demise.
Last evening, I hiked down Rampart Street, laden with all my clothes and my sleeping bag, arriving at the J&B Studios building, or "The Clothes Spin," as it is now called.
I did all my laundry.
I went into the quarter, but did not busk, choosing instead to watch Monday Night Football outside a sports bar, while consuming 4 beers total, for the evening.
I returned to The Occupation; on foot; where there was showing the movie "Farenheit 911" on an improvised screen made from a bed sheet.
This morning, I have taken a shower, updated this blog, and will walk into the quarter soon.
I will look for the bird which Sue is very concerned for, and try to capture it, as if it is her heart fluttering around in the alley, and then present it to her tomorrow.
I need to get another bike as quickly as possible. I hadn't realised just how convenient it is to have one, especially staying at the park at the Occupation, a little ways out of the quarter...