I should never go anywhere, ever

Episode n: Saving the Bus Fare

1. I walk to the bus stop with a backpack full of library books.  No bus.  Nice day; I'll walk to campus.  I pocket the $1.75 and start walking.
2. I walk past an Indonesian restaurant.  Oseng-Oseng Tempeh!  I quietly do the Oseng-Oseng Tempeh dance, in my heart, and make secret heart-plans to eat some soon.
3. I walk past Eastwind Books of Berkeley, and pause to look at the sale cart.  It is at this point that I make a really fatal discovery: I always assumed this place sold only goofy "wisdom of the East" paraphernalia, incense, silky sweatshop clothes, etc., but it turns out to be chock full of East Asian and Asian-American literature, history books, language texts, etc.
2. I leave Eastwind Books with copies of Dialogues in Paradise and Commons, having put in an order for Blue Light in the Sky & Other Stories.  I am too ashamed— and even a bit frightened— to look at the extensive clearance shelves.

5. I learn to count again.  It is now Three PM.
6. I get to the library and am tired and thirsty.  I buy an espresso, a "Juice Squeeze," and a Luna bar.
7. I discover the bus fare in my pocket.
8. The library is packed with students.  Berkeley was heavily oversubscribed this year to begin with.  I get the books I came for and go home.
9. I walk past two people in dialogue.  One of them is saying, "I should have made it clearer that it was a short story and not a blog entry."  This is a blog entry.
10. I begin thinking about the tempeh again.