Today

Today I bought comic books. Miyazaki's Spirited Away has my attention when of a sudden I realize it's a quarter of five. Snatching a misplaced birthday check from my bag, I shrug on my jacket and dash from the room, sliding through chips and macaroni that live on the stairs. As I reached the bus stop, a torrent of pain washed through my head and my teeth clenched. Tylenol?

I get off at the second stop on Grand River, then step into the bank a minute before it closes, cashing my check. The new money I bring upstairs to the comics shop, and drop it on Spiegelmen's Mauses. And on to Barnes and Noble, where Sandman #6 awaits my possession.

Then the bus again, and here I am.

The Mauses I need for class tomorrow. So perhaps I can get those thirty dollars back...