Normally, I write notes with a black ball type pen. I use something
that makes a bold line because of my vision. Today, however, I'm trying
a wooden pencil. I just grabbed it out of the drawer. It is
interesting. I forgot the sound a wooden pencil makes across the page.
The wood feels far different from the plastic. I find myself not
writing anything these days. I take most of my notes on the computer.
Nearly everything I write is actually typed.
Sorry I'm so boring. I did get stopped in the hall today and told that
I was bleeding. It looked like someone had cut my throat. It was a
mole. When I nick them, they bleed like mad. I hadn't even shaved
today. I hit it yesterday. It must have itched or something. I won't
even feel it when they bleed.
Metro jerked me around again. I was supposed to take tomorrow off and
take care of the Metro Lift pass. The bastards didn't schedule me.
Thanks, bastards. Now I will probably have to do it next week. I'm glad
I didn't put in for vacation. I suppose I'll go in to work like normal.
I hate those disorganized losers. You can tell it is really a
A friend of mine calls me. She is waiting in her boyfriend's apartment
parking lot. They were supposed to go to a movie and he is like an hour
late. So, she bitches at me for fifteen minutes. Yes, I so enjoy
getting the bitchy phone call and no make up blow-job. That just makes
my day. Women!