2004-04-07..5:03 p.m.

I seem to be attracting crazy people. Like I�ve had a bottle of Talk To Me cracked open over my head and squeezed out in decorative circles as though syrup over pancakes. My two Office Crazies have been regaling me with Genealogical Quandaries and Resources, and Christian Monologues ad infinitum respectively. Yesterday Crazy Drunk Guy stopped in the middle of staggering across Holloway Rd. to inform me he needed 10p and, when I tried to side step him saying I hadn�t, then do I have a sandwich. Pigeon Lady (wearing a very small knitted hat that made her very curly hair look even bigger) took time out from peering into her shopping bags full of knitting and sundry to comment on the price of corned beef (she sounded slightly Irish, that plus the corned beef makes me wonder if she might be in cahoots with Little Irish Dude Taking Corned Beef For a Walk At 7AM who I encountered chatting amiably to himself last week.) And two separate spotty bandana-ed youf�s who didn�t speak but whistled at me as I walked to work Monday morning (I don�t know if you�ve ever seen me on a Monday morning, but I�m certainly not on the happy side of the Damn Girl, you lookin Fine now!)(looks or otherwise, I�m more likely to kick you in the shins than smile wanly at the flattery.)(regardless, it qualifies them as Crazy wi� capital Cray.) Maybe I should try a different route to work in the mornings.

O bother, this day will not end.