The gun show

And, because I know you may be growing weary of my cryptic emails, here's something a bit more substantial: I almost punched a guy on the seabus on the way home. Oh, I was in the "here and now", baby. Splayed legs encroaching on my personal space (when there are like fifty people on the boat), an overall sense of aggressiveness and lewd once-overs? Yeah. Gross. Did ya get your tickets to the gun show?
Oh, how I entertain myself...
In the most current here and now, this girl is listening to some Feist, maybe a little Joni and going to bed.
Good night, dearest reader(s). Thanks for checking in.