yesterday afternoon i took a walk to the speedway mart. in my travels i noticed that there exists a spooky house across the street set far back from the sidewalk, hidden behind a bunch of ominous trees and overgrown weeds. i’m fascinated by this sort of thing, and spent the next couple of minutes wondering if anyone lived there. then i spied the notorious black cat sleeping on someone’s porch.
these few observations prompted last night’s journey in dreamland:
i decided to go searching for the owner of black cat. i had this crazy idea that if i brought a rotisserie chicken to the owner, they would be happy to keep black cat at bay. so i wandered around town with my chicken, looking for the owner, when i stopped at the aforementioned spooky house. despite my persistent knocking, no one answered the door, so i went home. a few minutes later the occupants of the house emerged, came to my house, and said “give us a break, we’re alcoholics… we would have gotten to door eventually”. We had a really nice chat and they enjoyed the chicken. I’m not sure if the black cat issue was settled.
It’s really hot today — I mean, sweat dripping from my face hot. It’s nasty and horrible. stick stick sticky. That’s all I have to say about that.
I did an amazing thing today: i woke up at 06:45 and got to school by 08:15. I had planned on staying until 17:00 but my growling stomach got the better of me so at 14:30 I breaked. Things are going well with my Area B studies, but I am quite sure that Area A is a lost cause. I wonder if Wolfram would take me back. This afternoon I found myself missing Assram and its unlimited supply of fountain diet coke and binder clips. I suppose the work was occasionally interesting, as well. I should check up on Ryan T and bug him about our canyonlands campout.
Is everybody psyched for tomorrow’s total lunar eclipse?
boring days are upon me.
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