A whole bunch of people just came into the lobby of the building and stared into our office. Some of them actually came right up to the glass and peered in. Um, hello? This is a place of business, not a fine art museum or a burlesque show. I stared right back with my meanest, dirtiest look. What is wrong with people? Do I have an exposed nipple or something? Is there an evil clown sneaking up behind me? I know the real reason people are curious, but you'd think they wouldn't be so darn obvious about it. Sheesh.

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Actual things seen on my walk today: a black bikini top lying in the dirt by the side of the road, three big red flowers plucked from a nearby red flower bush and inserted amongst the branches of a small pine tree, one discarded latex glove. If this were an episode of CSI, I'm sure they would all tie together to form some diabolical, yet logical conclusion.  ¶ 11:55 AM