Sunday/Monday post

The doors to cyberspace have been closed to me until just now. Whatever little joke my computer decided to pull on me is now over.

So I have returned!

And I am beat...just got back from the ghetto mat. The guy on duty (40's, grey hair, missing teeth, very friendly) helped me carry out my 50 lb bag to my car. After he put it on the front seat for me he said, "Well, after a long hot night of doing laundry, you're in need of a good joke."
(Oh really?) Actually, I wanted to say, I am in need of a good shower because it was so hot in their that sweat is dripping down my face as we speak. But...I smiled and let him tell his LONG joke which I won't bore you with, but I must mention that it took almost five minutes to tell, he acted parts of it out, and... it was about the Pope.

I think I have some sort of aura that draws these kind of people to me. About an hour prior to this, he also, for my pleasure and amusement, set some cotton wood seeds on fire that had drifted into the ghetto mat- he thought that was a pretty cook trick, because no sooner had they caught on fire, did they simply disappear! Thanks for setting things on fire INSIDE OF A BUILDING, I wanted to say, but I really just want to read my paper, please. Instead, I clapped and told him how neat it was. And it was in a way, I just don't like people setting things on fire inside-tricks or no tricks.


(sigh) It's been a long day. Is it just me?

-listening to Hedwig and the Angry Inch