Then there were pictures of that crazy pseudo-Thanksgiving sham of a travesty that my Aunt Joanne had ... and pictures of the person that I saw the same day as took the picture of lurpy ...
I'd wanted to pick up the roll of film because I knew there were pictures from the Daffodil Collective's Halloween party on there, and there were. I knew there was one of St. Peezy, and I'd wanted to give it to him ... I was thinking about it this afternoon, which is part of why I knew I'd run into him (the other reason that I knew I'd run into him was that Catherine and Mark and I had been talking about him last night, and Chubbs too).
And then, as I was walking out of the Giant Eagle, I realized that I was muttering to myself. I kept saying "It doesn't matter ..." over and over again like it was some sort of mantra. When I got into my car I realized that it does matter (of course), otherwise I wouldn't have been trying so hard to convince myself that it didn't.
"Instant Karma's gonna get you ..."