  [5.24.04] Alrighty. So today was mouse hunting day. I got up extra early and sat around twiddling my thumbs for about 2 hours - urlLink Best Buy didn't open until 10. Fine by me - I still needed directions. After keyboard commanding my way through urlLink mapquest , I got directions and nearly flew out of my apartment at 9:30. The hope was that I'd get distracted enough on the way that I'd end up there at the exact moment they opened. I tried to kept the directions straight in my head while dodging morning joggers, bleary-eyed students, early morning execs, and pet fanatics - all under a dripping, dingy, rat fur colored sky.
What a way to start my day. Determined not to let it get me down, I sang a little as I trucked along. About 5 min after I had started my mouse quest, I just happened to look over to my right and what to my wondering eyes did appear? urlLink Fenway I stood transfixed for a few moments hardly aware that I was on the verge of mindlessly stumbling into traffic on account of edifice fetish. Awesome... [drool] [Freud 1 - Dexter 0] Composing myself and resuming my little song, I continued down the puddled-spotted sidewalk toward Best Buy. I ran across a urlLink BK and stopped in on principle. Thus far, BK had been good to me - I couldn't very well just walk by without a quick hello [read: dropping a deuce in their quasi-hygenic facilities].
Plus, my lil' tummy was gearing up to protest a fuel shortage soon. Perfect timing once again, BK. I nabbed a sandwich, skipped the deuce for the moment, and got back on track to Best Buy. Thank God I'm a child of the 80's. My extensive Frogger experience helped me cross two busy streets of drivers who wanted nothing more than to turn me into black top carrion. [ mad dash! ] And there it was... Best Buy... ... closed... [crap! ] I sat outside of Best Buy on a concrete wall for 20 minutes while workers inside milled around. Thankfully I was not alone. An old west indian woman and a fella full of urlLink lattes were with me. Joy. The woman kept peering inside and gesturing at the employees. I think all she really wanted was a hug.
whatever. Best Buy open and I strode in with purpose, baby. I found the mice, nearly decked a Best Buy rep. when the mouse on display [10 bucks] was out of stock, nabbed a 19.99'er and headed for the door. Bastards. So be it. I have my mouse. [schweet] Back down the soiled sidewalks, over the trecherous roads, quick stopping for some groceries, over a bridge, and a pack of smokes later, I was back in the apartment huffing and sweating fondling my newly acquired hardware.
Goodbye Keyboard Commando. Hello wicked slow porn surfing! [note: notice my quick shift into urlLink Bostonian ? I'm becoming one of them! ] I sat there for a good chunk of the rest of my day relishing the mouse-tasticness of it all. Then boredom struck. Hard. Thankfully a call came in summoning me to Forest Hills. Braving the sketchy late night train crowd [ including a woman who proceeded to demand quarters from EVERYONE waiting for the outbound train - her mom aparently had colon cancer (insert sympathy here) ] I hopped the T over to Sean's place. A jam session, tomato sandwich, and concert planning session later, it was time for some Eastern Meditation Madness and then, thankfully, some uncomfortable sleep. I was already missing my mouse. 
