On the Strip, Marshalls between Panera Bread and Best Buy. I am eating a sandwich in one of them. A leaf of green lettuce from my money tree on ham and swiss. I just missed breakfast! I'll be buying an iTunes gift card in a minute. That kind of gives away my location now and then.
And 47 VHS tapes to ask someone else to recycle. From the words of her mouth when I killed some time in Best Buy on Wednesday, they will accept VHS tapes, even that many. They are stacked - with assured shifting - strength over strength in a Reese's Puffs cereal cardboard bulk box. I'm really hoping for a, "You can just leave it there" quick acknowledgement and send-off. I've already taken the one and only step. I have separated the sheath from the tapes. Those I'll burn on the nearest dry morning around 5 a.m. before the sky becomes a dim Windows welcome color. As many open-to-view little boxes as tapes.
I was asked to watch Amelia yesterday. A story that begins 27 hours ago involves the likelihood of Amelia watching scenes, only scenes, from labeled tapes. That's a story for a day without a birthday party second by second I might be late to.
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