I went for a walk. Found an umbrella in the road. It was being run over repeatedly and did not break, and I thought that any umbrella that can withstand being run over umpteen times and not be destroyed deserves more respect than being left in the road. So I picked it up and carried it with me for the next hour and a half or so. I saw Mr. Warren, who rolled down his window and gave me a strange look as I went walking down Blalock with my new umbrella.
Then came home and passed out.
Then later I found a gecko. 'Twas tiny with a ringed tail and translucent skin. They're adorable. I called him George.
Later I found an Exceptionally Large Slug, who I moved from the tile (he'd have shrivled; too many slugs meet that fate...) to the grass.
and now I'm nibbling on crackers and far-too-spicy vegetable broth because I kept getting dizzy so I figured consuming something today would be a good idea.
And now I am full. Hrm.