Graffiti near the wondapartment. Craig & I were headed to the supermarket for dinner. We ended up buying pizza.
Sunlight fingers through the clouds on the walk to work.
The decor in the Eastbourne Women’s Club cracks me up.
My keep cup arrived. I call it Kat.
(it’s because of the turquoise)
Headed out to Eastbourne for the last time for a long while.
A strange strange day. But! There are posters everywhere for John Waters’ one-man show. I’m so excited.
Craig and I went out to see the Devil’s Tongue flower. It smells like rotting meat and only flowers once every seven years. I’ve wanted to see one for years now.
I was mildly disappointed. We may have just caught it when the smell was waning (it comes in waves) but it didn’t really smell like anything, save perhaps compost. But I am glad I saw it.