it's snowing. little fluffy snows. it's very exciting. meanwhile some fool was driving approximately 8 mph on the road to bar harbor and i was late. why so slow, why. it's very safe snow as far as snow goes.
the penny man just came in. there's this perfectly normal looking gent who comes in about once a month and asks for 30 dollars in rolled pennies. what does one do with rolled pennies, 30 dollars of rolled pennies. he has no business that we know of, he asks for no other change. what does he do with the pennies? we all want to know but no one wants to ask. it makes me want to go over to another bank and ask for 50 dollars in rolled pennies. and then pet them and coo over them and walk them slowly out the door in a pram.
so i'm wearing my new glasses. i like them but i can't see so great. the eyes see great individully, but as a team they're not so good. i don't know what the deal is. i have to get them checked. back to bangor.
it freaks me out driving to bangor by myself. especially at night. it's this long ass road through the mountains and it is distinctly like the road to the hotel in the shining. or atleast it reminds of that road. and it goes by the scary lucerne inn which stone face says is very haunted but i haven't investigated it because i have to drive by it and i wouldn't be able to if i knew how haunted it was. scary.
while i was in bangor i went to petco, where indulgent pet owners go, and i bought a hamster kingdom and a hamster potty, and a new water bottle that hopefully won't leak. it seems that you can train your hamster to use a cute colored plastic tube thing as a potty. all you have to do is put the potty in the corner where your pet evacuates. it didn't sound hard, and i was tired, and i bought it. i'm such a fool. i don't know where my pet likes to evacuate. how are you supposed to know. i mean it's a hamster. very small. it'll have to go back.