The post-work-at-Sharkey's ritual:
*walk to Price Chopper
*buy something strange to drink (ie, orange juice concentrate, Perrier, and lemon juice)
*walk home briskly to the sound of whatever happens to be in my discman (usually the "Lost Highway" soundtrack, which I firmly maintain is one of the best soundtracks I've ever heard...)
*shake keys loudly to frighten off ghetto-predators who stop to ask for cigarettes or money
*stomp into my apartment
*stomp around the house searching for something alcoholic
*drink weird Price Chopper concoction, pretending it's alcoholic
*Take a shower to get the fish-and-grease smell out of my skin
*Sigh loudly and stomp around some more just for effect
*Put on soft music (currently, a jazz version of an old Neil Diamond song, and don't you DARE laugh at me for liking Neil Diamond a tiny little bit...)
*Go to bed.
...bed...
~Helena*