So, after a long internal debate about whether to get up and brew a pot of coffee, or to use the fact that I haven't had coffee yet as an excuse to go to a cafe instead, I finally left my apartment.
Unsure of what pursuits I hoped to follow, I brought everything, notebook, sketchpad, digital camera, book. Thus was I prepared to get more shots of the Kendall Sq. Turkey when I came upon him again. He was more interested in walking around and possibly eating than he was last time, so I got a couple pictures of him doing things other than simply sniffing his own ass. Once again, I was questioned about the turkey. "Is that a wild turkey?" "I saw a turkey here a couple of years ago, is it the same turkey?" Unfortunately, until the turkey signs an exclusive contract with me, I refuse to talk to the press on his behalf.

Crossing the street afterwards, I spy a family at the opposite corner, and particularly a daughter who sees my jaywalking ways and wants to emulate them. Her father prevents her, and then I notice that he t-shirt reads Jesus Christ in Coca-Cola style lettering. Now, in the first place, I'm not a big fan of Christianity, but even past that, there's something awful about dressing your kids in JC t-shirts. I'm not entirely sure what the message behind using CC logo for JC is, but I think we can safely say that it involves your child being a big fat loser. Luckily, this girl was saved! No, not by JC himself, but by the next girl I saw a half a block later. Her t-shirt read in large letters Be My Friend. As I got closer I could determine that there was smaller print before and after these three words, but in walking past, I could only read the first that read "You will always." However, by that point, it is too late, she was already placed in my mind as the friendless, desperate child. I could see other children about, wearing Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts. So, it occurred to me that there is obviously a Loser Children Convention.

Anyway, I continued on to my cafe of choice, hoping for some iced coffee and a sandwich. Sadly, after taking the T four stops, I discovered that the cafe in question was closed today for renovations. I then went back three stops in the other direction, and went to a cafe that I don't frequent much but which I knew served sandwiches and which tends to be less crowded than the other one in that particular square.
"I see that you are eyeing the sandwich menu," the guy behind the counter noted.
"Yes."
"That is unfortunate, since we are out of bread."

So, coffee and a brownie instead.

On the positive side of things, I did manage to set down the first instalment of what has until now been an oral bedtime story as mentioned in a previous diary. I think, though, that if I'm going to make the effort of writing this down, and typing it up, then I want to share it as well. Anyway, an audience helps ensure that I'll actually keep at it. I won't post it here, but if anybody is interested, pm me with an e-mail address, and periodically you'll be treated to the more random firings of my mind.