Did something for the first time in a long time: went to the Market this weekend. The place was packed as always. If anyone is unsure of why the Market wants a bigger building, you definitely have to check it out for yourself.


This was a big outing for me as I think I've developed a touch of agoraphobia. But for whatever reason, I really like going to the market.
I wonder why?

The rest of my weekend was uneventful. Jables and I hung out for a little bit. In fact it took me well over 40 minutes to decide to actually hang out with her. I also took the chance to visit my friend's new apartment. To be honest I'm a little jealous. I wish I had a swanky new pad. Instead I'm stuck in a basement apt. which I think has the same feel as that hobbit-hole that Yoda lived in while we was exiled on Planet Dagobah.
That's right folks: A LOTR's and a Star Wars joke combined. I hope I didn't blow your faces off too bad.
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