maybe this is cosmic justice for stealing hood ornaments off of cars in middle school. If so, I'd like for the guy to get treated the way my dad 'treated' me when I got caught by the cops doing it.
I can't wait until I have a REAL job and can afford to live in a neibhborhood without low-income scum. I'm going to buy the shittiest house in the nicest neighborhood I can afford, and then fix the house up over 5-10 years; whatever it takes to live next to upper middle-class, I'm going to do it.
Tomorrow I may be going over to Magnolia, TX to an all-day swordfighting sparring thing, as I was pretty much too sick yesterday to even go to the regular class. I need some experience, and frankly I need to have the shit beaten out of me now and again to maintain my sanity.
It's kind of weird how the people at UTMB kind of check out early on Fridays, at least mentally. That is to say, everyone's somewhat nicer to everyone else, everyone seems to have hopeful and animated conversations, bright eyes and lively movements. Shit, even I was smiling at people today. I think it's partially due to the phenylephrine clogging my mind like a soggy biscuit, but maybe it's because Fridays are by far the absolute best days (except for the departmental seminars). I had a cheeseburger today, first one in probably more than 6 months or more, and although my mind knew it was substandard, dry, and probably middle-aged, my mouth was saying "wow, how juicy and succulent, you sure are eating fine today sir!" I tucked my tee-shirt into my jeans, and rode my bike home without a jacket on. It was, for a brief intermittent series of short scenes, a Catcher in the Rye-esque montage where you know it's only taking place over a short time, but it feels like forever.