There's a restaurant downtown near my dentist's office called The Spotted Dick. Not only do I wanna eat there, but it's also reason #132 to own a camera. And no, there isn't a huge sculpture of a shaft in front of the restaurant. If there was, it would be reason #133.

I don't think I would've made it home without having a CD player with me, but I almost got hit by a car twice on the way home because of it...ah well, some things never change.