It was Children's Day weekend.

Being a non kid, this would really be none of my business. Except that kids were running loose on the streets, screaming and shouting and heeling into everything and everyone foolish enough to stand in their way. It was a free-for-all-no-constraint super big playground for them.

This might be someone else's idea of some childish good fun but it really was nightmare on elm street for me. It took me a lot of willpower not to issue some sinister warnings to whoever. Instead I had a haircut. Now people, you should never have a haircut if you are stressed out by shouting kids. If not you might end up looking eerily like how I do now; with a hairy version of an A-bomb mushroom cloud in place of what used to be half-flowing tresses.

I'm staying in for the next two weeks.

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Election time !

Bush, Kerry or Chupa Chups ?

Even eating out at Billy Bombers gives you a chance to vote for either man. Except that the vote lets you to win a return trip to New York instead of a President for the next four years.

No prizes on who I voted for. Heh heh.

In case you missed the less than engaging presidential debate, you can catch the non-action right here.

Just don't miss this one on your way out.