See? Things happen.

It never fails. You walk out the front door anticipating a simple jaunt to the store, and end up coming home at 3 o'clock in the morning. A brief synopsis of the evening follows, as I am still feeling too slow to actually write anything.

• Kyoko-chan (my darling van) is unwell. Again. She'll start, but as soon as I touch the gas, she conks out.
• This made me upset.
  
• Riding the bus with a tricycle garners a great many looks from people.
• It is possible to trade cigarettes for sips of strangers' beer.
• I don't know how to hold a baby properly.
• DVD photo albums are pretty cool.
• I look good on TV, but only when my hair is red.
• The reason I remain single is because all the women I know who adore me are in long-term relationships already.
• Buses stop running at an early hour.
• You can take a tricycle into a taxi.
• Women from the Isle of Wight are interesting.

I think you should be able to concoct a rough approximation of my evening from these few salient points. Add a few laughs, a sprinkle of bad jokes and douse liberally with beer. Serve chilled.

Oh, look. A new toy.

But first, I really gots to buy some smokes. I might be back, I might not. You never know how the trek to the corner store will go.