Somehow, some way the economy had become even worse. My joke about the peso being stronger than the US dollar was a frightening fact rather than a humorous observation. I stumbled upon elmgrows at the supermarket. Reckon it was the Safeway up on Circle because it was moodily lit and pretty dark overall. We talk for a bit and I ask him if he's going to be hunting more often now that food prices are eluding the grasp even for double income households.

"No more than usual" was his reply and touched upon how hunters need to be responsible. He related how he was going back to school to become a veterinarian which made me proud. I repeated for the hundredth time about how I'm going back to school to get a degree. By the time we were done talking he was wearing a white doctor's coat.

While checking out I had to bolt with a cart full of stolen goods because suddenly I was being chased by Majestic agents for being an alien communist sympathizer. Giant stuffed fruits and vegetables were obstacles that I needed to jump over like it was a platform video game.

Next, the church had captured the zeitgeist and declared that their deity was running out of souls. All the other religions agreed, except Buddhism which recycles, and no longer promulgated fecundity as a lifestyle to their faithful. The Brady Bunch was no longer aired on television. Mormons blamed themselves then guiltily committed suicide. I thought it was strange that the Catholics didn't shoulder any of the blame or guilt on their own shoulders.

5:40 a.m. completed writing the outline with Spot in my lap being all warm.