I wished I lived in one of these buildings -- I've thought that, when I get rich, I'll build me a house similar in appearance. At least that'd be an awesome dream to turn into a goal...
Anyway, after eating a huge meal and sleeping 6 hours, I woke up early in the morning with messages strewn all across my answering machine. I quickly showered, and then waited for 10 minutes, when Meghannraye finally made it. We decided that, if we were going to go into Arcata, we should act like the locals, so we stocked up on $20 of quarters, and a whole bunch of pennies, and set out for Golden Harvest.
The food, as usual, was awesome. I got my corn flake french toast and she got her baja omelette. While eating and talking, I dreamed of creating a weapon that would shoot pennies at bums. I'd give them the change they justly deserve! Its effects would be similar to a rubber bullet gun...
Later, I took a roll of pennies and put it on the ground, watching it roll down the hill. I was hoping some bum would find it, but after a couple of minutes, I got so impatient that I ran the roll of coins over with my car, hoping to spill the pennies everywhere and make the find more noticeable.
Yeah, I was being an odd duck!
After having that massive meal 6.5 hours before filling up at Golden Harvest (note: the massive meal had food that is good for the body), I had to run off to Hunan Village to eat some more. By the time I was through, I was so stuffed that I was being taunted to eat a grain of rice by other japanese students -- and I couldn't. I was sick.
By the time I got out of that meal, I was bursting at the seams, AND had somehow managed to become the bearer of rides to japanese class on Sundays. I now transport 3 people - 1 girl and 2 guys - AND got myself into doing 2 sessions of japanese.
Pretty nifty, huh?
So, while at work, I had a sandwich and carrot cake, 4 hours after being completely full, and felt like my stomach had turned to iron. Later, as the night's crazy patient roster wore down, I was served "barbecue beer-butt chicken" whereby beer is used to keep the chicken tender. The alcohol burns off, and the beer doesn't leave any noticeable taste. It's good! (my dad made it. What's more, I've heard rumors of its goodness rippling through the hospital staff).
About the patients: We had so many drunk people come in, it was nutty. People shouting, running through the halls, police chasing, people getting close to seriously wounded motor vehicle accident people when they shouldn't, and lots of naked people. Yay.
"How long is it gonna be before I'm seen?"
"If you go 3 doors down, and ring the doorbell, a nurse will come out and give you an estimate"
That's my recorded line.
Anyway, I'm freeking TIRED. I could talk about the things I dealt with, and the topics talked about earlier today (since it appears I can turn ordinary topics into interesting topics... though that's just my opinion), but I have to go grind wood with a chipper and chainsaw. YEHAW!
A rule of thumb about poker: If you don't find any suckers competing when you look around the table, Get up, you're the sucker
D.
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