i have the day off. this is the fifth day off i've had in six days. i haven't gotten anything done, but i don't know if i had anything to get done anyway. my paycheck wasn't ready at work.i'd feel dishonest if i didn't admit that i was mistakenly scheduled to work tonight. wednesdays have my only permanently unavailable evening, so the cafe owner told me to just not come in, and he'd handle it. he won't handle anything and everyone is going to hate me tonight. oh well. by friday they'll all think i'm great again.
wednesday evenings are mine so that i can watch lost.
i don't know what to do until then. i might clean the living room, it never really recovered from zack soto's visit. this is not a personal insult to zack. sometime i should treat you all with a detailed post recounting zack's visit to my home. it was amazing. zack is probably one of the coolest dudes i have ever met in my life.
which gets me thinking about the south. weird! its almost tropical, its almost mexico in my mind when you start touching the gulf. there are fucking sharks in the gulf. you touch water that touches the yucatan, that touches that great crater from that meteorite that went and snuffed out the seemingly eternal flame of the dinosaurs. that probably doesn't strike you all as strange, but i've got news for you, it is. its also weird to be so far away from the great lakes. your bodies of water are all flipped around weird and crazy.
this is a picture that always makes me laugh, even when i think about it, which seems to be happening a lot lately.
i tried to write a couple paragraphs here about smoking weed and how i want to be better at it, and these boots i bought, but none of it worked out. lucky for you guys. it was all pretty stupid.
its official: today i will eat what they call golden falafel from the al pacino cafe, despite strong warnings from both josh and kara. part of being an adult, i think, is making other people's mistakes and learning from them for real.
