1:16am: almost at mom’s. Forgot about broken earphones, driving to 24-hour rite aid. Have been extra swervy, answering ask.fm questions while driving, have seen over ten cop cars. Tonight: a hot night for inattentive cops. Pigs looking elsewhere tonight. Hot sizzly inattentive bacon. Little hot bacon oil spurts doing all kinds of repelling off my swervy ass Honda. Bypassing the bacon bigtime.

1:30am: an m83 song I initially felt averse to played on shuffle. It’s excited/inspiring-sounding music playing behind a little girl talking about a frog you can touch and then it ‘changes your vision, it makes blue look red, and your mom looks like your dad, and everything looks like a big cupcake and you’re just laughing and laughing, and then you become a frog too,’ or something like that, then something about how ‘everyone would be friends, it would be the biggest group of friends ever.’ Have been listening to it on repeat, think I’m buying earphones mostly to prolong car ride listening to this, then to continue listening when I get home. Seems kind of embarrassing, like something people would call ‘twee’ in a negative way, but fuck that I think people just say that shit because they’re jealous they didn’t think of it first. Like they’re pissed because they initially like it, then they’re like, ‘that’s so obvious but it’s so unusual at the same time, how come I didn’t think of it?’ I think. That’s what I’ve felt anyway. I think. I can’t remember. Actually I did just…I remember ‘hating’ this song when I first heard it, but I don’t remember the reason behind the hating, I just skipped over it.

1:47am: heard something like a motorcycle entering rite-aid and stopping near the back of the store. Thought ‘that’s how they do deliveries now.’ There was a problem with ringing up my earphones and I started walking away. The cashier said ‘it’s almost ready’ and I said ‘no, I forgot something, sorry.’ Walked to the cold medicine aisle and quietly said ‘ex-cuuuu-se me’ to female cop as I passed her to kneel and look at nasal congestion sprays. Thought ‘she thinks I’m buying cough syrup to get high. No, she just knows I’m buying nose spray so I can funnel more drugs into my stuffed-up nose’ (knowing I am not planning to do that). The cashier continued to have problems ringing up the earphones. I said ‘sorry’ and ‘oh no’ as she walked to find a scannable/non-defective package of the same earphones. The motorcycle noise was coming from a man pushing a floor polisher. Thought ‘I want to do that.’ Cashier said ‘your total comes to twenty-two seventy-eight,’ I think, but I heard ‘it all comes to seventy-seven.’ Thought ‘it all comes to seventy-seven, that’s what it all comes down to’ and something about the demeanor of the cashier, who had one earphone in her ear and one hanging on her sweatshirt, and didn’t seem to be wearing a name tag or anything indicating she worked at rite aid. Checked the card reader scanning device thing and saw ‘$22.78,’ not ‘.77.’ Continued thinking ‘it all comes down to seventy-seven,’ like, dazedly obsessed with ‘it all comes down to…,’ while she bagged my things and told me to have a nice night.