September 28, 2008

Last night was a bit of a bummer. Nothing to do, no one to hang out with, and not enough energy to work out. Oh well. Today is today. That was then and this is now. Getting to the Stones movie tonight if Tim will call me back. Getting to the doctor tomorrow - a doctor, that is: Doc in a Box, as my mom says. Whatever. I just want this toe taken care of. Not enough action outside to necessitate my presence. My damn toe hurts, but it's the floors having an effect on my feet that adds to the pain.

The Chinese are finally headed to the moon. Some would say they are behind the times, but given their governmental history, they really are just catching up. America could afford a space program in the 1960s (also, we couldn't let Russia get there first). China suffered the Social Revolution, World War II, and communism. Not to mention Vietnam, their fiasco with Tibet, and an overall sense of progression in all other fields of life. Their computers, education, army, and revenue are top of the line. Alright, they've established their earthly self as a dominant force, now let's look to the starts. Perhaps they'll get to Mars before us. There are two gallon jugs of maple syrup on top of the cupboard in the break room. That makes sense.

- Later -

So what is there? I'm going too fast at moment. I'm running on hot. I need some anti-freeze. I need to cool down or else I will burn myself and come away dissapointed; disappointed, that is. I'm not one for disappointment, really.

-A Few Minutes Later -

I am not disappointed. I've written a piece based on a small fit of anger I experienced while here at the Coffee Hound. A former employee I would flirt with from time to time came in with a gentleman I can only assume was her boyfriend. She always struck me an intelligent young lady, not a douche-bag-dating girl. Hell, I don't even know the guy, but he dressed like a soulless turd. Either I'm an ass-hole or I have impeccable judgment. I really hope the latter is true. Anyway, I wrote a piece called "Search and Destroy". It's neat enough. Materialism, I say to you - DIE! No malls, internets, or outlet stores to tell me what to do or how to live. May they all fade away. Yes I believe they deserved to die, and I hope they burn in Hell!!