D — Tonight was my once-a-perigee e%cursion into the outside world. —> D — The Marquise insists my mood w001d improve if by "8eing around other people and "not wasting my life away in my dusty old hive" but, as always, I fail to see the appeal. There is nothing quite as sonically unpleasant than the vapid music that blares over the speakers at Scarewhon, to say nothing of the consumers who have yet to learn not to stand in the middle of the aisle as they gawk vacantly at the shelves in front of them, as if they have not yet learned that there are other people around who might be trying to buy the cereal that they're standing directly in front of. Something about being inside of a grocery store rapidly diminishes the IQ of the average troll, it seems. —> D — Had I any confidence that they w001d return in one piece, I w001d send my bots out to do all of my shopping for me and unburden myself of this awful e%perience entirely. —>
