From Summer, 2000

Gas is expensive. Not only is it hot out and use is up/production down, but a pipeline that carries 1/3 of Michigan's supply broke the other day. I still drove to work. I woke up too late. It's only a couple miles. I came home for lunch, promising myself I'd ride my bike back after. 27 cents in my pocket, not even enough for Jimmy John's day-old bread. I looked in the fridge and found some baba ghanouj and Diet Pepsi that both came with the sublet. No bread, so I dipped uncooked ramen noodles in the baba. It's too hot for hot ramen, anyway.

I came home from work for lunch Friday and fell asleep, missing the entire afternoon. Ah well. My supervisor laughed it off. "I didn't wake up until 6pm when my friend came to get me for El Azteco," I explained. "I feel really dumb." Always try and sound ashamed, embarrassed, something. Just make yourself the weak, stupid one when things like this happen. It could only happen to you because you're a bumbling, clumsy dork with no luck. Explaining that you were tired because you'd been working so hard all week doesn't hurt either. So after being woken at 6, Dave and I went to El Az and I ate so much that I fell over on the front lawn of the church on the way home, as usual.

Enough enough enough. Knots in my back and dry eyes. I don't mind the sweat and smell, but I'm so bored. Detroit again. No matter where you go, there ain't shit to do, I always say. I'm not much for social interaction, I guess. Give me a movie or a book or a record to listen to and I'm content. Put me in conversation and I usually tire quickly. Maybe it's the people to whom I talk. I like being one-on-one with people because you don't always have to be talking. You can pick something up and read it and they do the same and you're not accused of being anti-social.