Daily Update

I stayed at work late, like normal lately. I went home and dove into the huge bowl of spaghetti that was left from Sunday night. From there I thought about going to FHE. then I thought about it again, and even again. Each time My mind was perplexed about showing up only for a few minutes to show my support. But I had an appointment to watch Hitman with Jeff on the Fox Lot.

It was a cool movie, kind of like the Bourne series, but more gruesome killing. Yes, it was a lot like the Borne Identity. It was fun. The one part they could have left out was was the 'love interest'. A little to much.

After that, I found it necessary to drive downtown to make a deposit at my ATM down there. Usually it goes quick and easy, but this time someone was plotting against me. All my usual parking was filled, so I had to park farther away. Annoying for a still recovering ankle. I get to the ATM and all of the deposit envelopes are gone, How ridiculous! At one time I stock-piled some in my car so I scurry back to my car and then search for such an envelope, but to no avail. I looked everywhere, and I didn't feel safe staying in one place for to long, so I reluctantly decided to make the trek deeper into the campus to the second known ATM. I start walking in the most direct direction, when I realized that I can drive onto the campus late at night with little trouble, so then I turned again, back to my car. I drove to closest possible, most inconspicuous spot to the Central ATM. As I arrive I notice many envelopes scattered all over the ground. After a quick investigation, I realized that they belonged to another bank. Relieved, I went to my goal, but only to notice that the screen said 'Out of Order'. NO! I thought. How could this be? someone was indeed out to get me. So I had to act ever so aware. To my fortune I found extra envelopes in stock at that location. I horded a few and went back on my way. So then again, I had to make the trip from my parking spot back to ATM #2, my primary destination. After having braved the many wily students, and shadows, I safely arrived, only to find many questionable people there waiting in the ATM transaction room. I puffed my chest up, held my arms up to fight, and made mean looking faces at the people there. After the guy and two little asian chicks left I made my transaction safely, then was on my way again. Another successful trip. I ran into a few trolls on the way, but luckily they ran away when I howled at them.

Today after lunch I passed a bum wearing shorts. He was the most filthy person I'd ever seen. Scales of dirt clung to him like babies cling to their bottles. I immediately wanted to get a garden hose and turn it on him, as well as scraping him down with a bristly push-broom, just to rid him of the caked on filth that was plaguing his skin. Wouldn't it feel better to be clean? Don't you think that people wouldn't be as afraid of you if you didn't look like that? I wondered in my head if the batter of dirt would come off with an ice scraper, or even a straight razor. Then I realized that I didn't want to be any closer than 10 feet to him. After all, I hate the smell of ammonia, and dead rotting things, like the bugs that I'm sure live in that frazzely head of hair.

Lunch was sponsored by D'Amor's Pizza. it was Good, but I don't feel the need to go back for a while.

I'm listening to Eragon fight the battle of his life right now.