We've gone over my blueberry

We've gone over my blueberry morning and just how impossible it was to get out of bed.

And yet somehow I got out of bed today when Jeremy asked if I would like to join him for a reptile convention in White Plains.

Actual sign:

REPTILE CONVENTION: USE RIGHT DOORS
COMPUTER CONVENTION: USE LEFT DOORS

Of course my feet wanted to shuffle me into the computer convention, but a computer convention with mad low cash is a waste. And also, that's for geeks, gawd. I came to see some fucking reptiles. Snakes with teeth and poison, not no wussy pentium bullshit.

Entrance fee set me back eight bones, but they stamped a nifty lizard on the inside of my wrist, bringing about immediate and deep tattoo urges. Lizards are cool as shit. Period.

I saw a lot of lizards today. They were all squished into little Gladware-esque containers that were extremely cramped and heartbreaking. The snakes too. The show was kind of a bust for me because of this. Reptiles treated like wholesale merchandise feels too much like looking at... wholesale merchandise. Walking from booth to booth, you can see all the reptile trends. Geckos are SO in right now.

We spent about an hour there... then we went mall-hopping. Today is the third day in a row that I spent several hours in a mall. The fourth mall day this week. That's a whole different story.

My diet book will be the only diet book to include an entire page on dragons. It's all a metaphor, but still... it's there. Dragons.