I had an argument with my room-mate last evening. It’ s an old argument and not very interesting and though I usually get along with him pretty well – tempers flared last evening. I ended up kicking the wall in anger – but strangely and instinctively carefully since I was wearing flip flops – and stormed off.
Some friends invited me to the Akron Aeros game last night. It had been threatening rain all day and the forecast wasn’t good, but when it looked like the game would at least start, I headed out to the ballpark.
I started off my trip last weekend early on Friday morning as I headed out to my sister’s. I had a borrowed GPS and a google map and figured I was good to go. Unfortunately, the outlet in my car didn’t work and the battery on the GPS was dying. I managed to get to the correct highway and shut it down – thinking I would rely on the google map. That worked until I got close to her house, and then it turned into a steaming pile of crap and I was lost. I fired up the GPS, nursing the battery until it died when I turned onto her street. I was actually early, but shaken a bit. I really don’t like being lost.
Just got a call from the payroll office – I’m about to exceed my accrued vacation time. Beyond that, and I start to lose the time.
My room-mate’s sister visited last week – she was there for a few days and helped him plant some flowers while he was off work. I think they had a nice visit. She was also around and was able to help when the new floor was put in. Apparently, it was a much bigger, louder, and dirtier project than anticipated. The appliances and the island in the kitchen needed to be moved – as well as the toilet in the bathroom and the contents of the hall closet. Fortunately for me – I was at work and missed the entire event – including the smoke detector going off for half and hour. Yea me!
The season finale for Lost was this past week – as expected, extreeeeem cliffhanger. It was pretty good and I enjoyed it, but I’m hoping they don’t negate the entire season via time-travel.
For the past week, there has been a giant cardboard in the kitchen/breakroom here in the building with a garbage bag as a liner. There are no labels or signs anywhere near the box to indicate i’s purpose and rumors abound. Today, I contacted the building coordinator and he gave me the facts.
When I’m helping build a webform, there’s always a testing period. For at least the first test, I put in real information so that if it ends up not going were expected, it will be easier to track down. I always use a made up name – the more ridiculous the better – and the word Test if there’s a comment area.
Yesterday morning, I had a dream I was back in college and had missed an English class. The assignment was to write an essay on the topic “If you knew you were dying, who would you tell and why?”
I was heading up the stairs from the basement this afternoon when the “incident” occured. My flip-flops – which, since they have the UA logo on them are really zip-flops – betrayed me and I stumbled. This instantly turned my zip-flops into trip-flops and I went down hard. My left big toe got cut and the nail was painfully torn. I made it to the top of the stairs and stood there for a moment – then verifed that yes, I was bleeding.