I woke up at four

feeling like I'd slept for twelve hours, so I went down to the store and took care of some business. Ellen had made a deposit to the bank. She checked for fake bills and said she didn't find any. She's a cop who used to be a bank teller, so I figure she knows how to tell. I can't figure out yet what Weezer bought. There's no gigantic stash of books I can't sell anywhere. So it least it's no repeat of the ten boxes of the same coverless comic fiasco of a few years back. I have the nagging fear that he bought me a python and it's up in the ceiling. When I realized the bakery next door was open, I went to get some doughnuts. When I got back, Maricel had woken up and started a pot of coffee. She was padding barefoot around the kitchen in one of my Batman T-Shirts.

Life without sex is sort of like life without cheese...

I mean, you can survive. You can even get used to it. But why would you want to? Right now, it's like I'm swimming in a fondue pot. That won't last, I know. But just knowing you have some cheese in the fridge offers hope for interesting possibilities. For some reason I said this aloud to Maricel and she laughed so hard she fell off the couch. Then we started talking about fondue. So we went to the store to get some milk to make some. I have a bitching harvest gold fondue pot. Thankfully the Kroger's is nearby. There used to be a family grocery right across the street, but the Kroger's and the times helped put it out of business. Maricel was digging on the Kroger's. It seems that Filipinos, much like Americans, just love food. They snack all the time. I assume they eat less or they'd be big-time fat. She says they just walk more. But we ended up buying two hundred dollars worth of groceries. Now this is on top of my super-stocked pantry. Then we made fondue. Then we made some noise. Then we sat up in bed and read comic books. The Catwoman statue was watching us from the dresser. Maybe I had an asthma attack and died and this is heaven. Maybe she's going to kill me in my sleep. That seems more likely. but I shall die satiated and full of cheese. What more could any man ask?

The Ebay orders are packaged and ready to ship...

I decided to get productive once the ice cream digested. My Aunt says Weezer is sleeping comfortably and that my visit seemed to make him feel better. I packaged a bunch of orders and then looked through Previews and then through Platinum's book to decide what the heck I'm ordering. I asked Maricel's opinion on some stuff. Being that she's a bit of a comic businesswoman herself, she's all about the profit margin. This could be LOVE

Yeah, I did close the store for a day...

I guess I didn't cover that in my previous post. Ellen made up a nice "Closed due to illness" sign. But I used my day off to visit the sick and acquaint Maricel with the neighborhood. After ice cream we walked around. Mrs. Phipps, the nice blind lady who live across the street from the store was sitting out on her porch and I stopped by to introduce Maricel. She's a nice lady, she used to be on my paper route as a kid and when her nephew went criminally insane, she sold me his comic collection at an excellent price. I told her she could get more piecing it out, but she just wanted it done and the money in hand to pay for his defense/treatment. After that, we took a long walk all around the neighborhood. If your remember, I'm near the Zoo and close to the river, so there's some decent nature to take in. Then we went back home and Maricel said out of nowhere. "I'm not just coming here to run away and hide from something else, I want to make sure you understand that."
But even if she is, I think I'm okay with that.