Getting dinner at Panera in Drum Hill. That's not a flash. I don't know why it is so bright. Pretty good energy and feeling pretty good, although I'm concerned that the kid is sick again. I'm thinking about how I hate it when people ask me my first name when I order food. They give me a buzzer that goes off, and they don't even bother calling my name, or anything else about the order. I actually had to make them tell me what was in the bag, 'cause I had no idea whether they knew it was me they buzzed. Anyway, why do they need my name? Too many years of having it mispronounced have gotten on my nerves. But when they ask for it, I give it.
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