Not much

Been working and walking, currently the recipient of generous rides home. Now if it wasn't for the talking it would be perfect.

About work, oh how mundane it has become. I look forward to Thursdays and the weekend.

Finding study materials for continental Portuguese is hard.

Nip/Tuck is awesome.

I can't wait for it to get cold.

Reading Culture, Medicine, and Psychiatry and some other random articles.

I hate the fucking bums downtown, they should hide in the shelters all day, have you tried to walk in "Main St. square" without being disturbed? I don't even want to know what it's like at nine or ten pm when everyone is gone, scary shit. They need to do something about the pigeons, I don't understand why people feed vermin.

Also Chelsea and Milan this season.

I hate the concacaf. When are the refs going to be able to do their jobs!? It's ridiculous.

Dang

The carpool has been a welcomed change, I still feel shy thou.

Also I have been eating really unhealthy, I skip breakfast and lunch, and then eat dinner around eight or sometimes nine. People at work might think I'm trying to starve myself hahahaha. Nay, I just don't feel like eating, and the damage has shown in my waistline. And I don't mean in a good way, I'm actually getting fatter because my metabolism has slowed down by eating late. blah, I'm too lazy to get up earlier and exercise to feel hungry enough to eat afterwards, maybe that should be my new goal. Get up early, exercise, eat breakfast, and feel awake when I get to work. Which reminds me I need more sleep, especially when going to the MedCenter, I have to be there at eight. hmmm.

I miss Kiwita, somebody asked me why I loved her so much and I didn't have an answer I just do.
I think it also has to do with my longing for a dog.

Oh yeah, there's crazy people downtown. I was waiting for the light to cross to the rail platform, and a trashy looking white guy walked next to me, I must've looked at him like he was what he was, (I know I'm too judgmental) when I turn around and there's another guy he was wearing a white wife-beater, black dirty shorts, and he had a baby in a cheap looking carrier, it was the kind with only a seat made out of canvas, he was flanked by two girls, he stopped in front of me standing on the street not the sidewalk, shook his baby and said "Look at him, look at him, yeah!" It happened too fast for me to reply, I just looked at his white trash baby, he was asleep, they went inside the Macy's and later when I got on the train I realized the first guy was the one I saw steal the box of perfume, he got arrested later by two cops. So I really wasn't looking at him in a bad way, my subconscious knew he was a thief. haha, maybe.

Anyway, finding findaid sucks. I pray it gets resolved.