I seem to have run out of things to say. Everything is stuck like a skipping record. For example today I have to go have a second interview for a job I've already got. A formality due to the requirement that a new employee be interviewed by two people. Since there was only one person present at the original interview, I've got to go back. I've half a mind to show up in jeans and unshaven. Nah, that'd be childish.
I haven't even snapped any pictures this week. Oh the trees are starting to turn so I could be snapping away, but instead I think, yup just like last year and the one before that and the one before that. Mind you, I still love it, I'm just not moved to capture it on film. Maybe next week, or maybe next year.
Ordinarily, I'd whip out a fun poop story in this spot. The best I've got is the fart cloud I walked through yesterday. See, there was a group of people walking down the stairs into the metro. They were near the bottom and I was just descending when whomp, I'm breathing in the shit molecules from someone's ass. I'm pretty sure it was the octogenarian gripping the rail and slowly making his way down. Easy to forgive, but whew, a bit harder to forget. It was so stinky I think I could have chewed it.
Isn't this fun? Aren't you glad you stopped by? I know. I'll try to do better in the future. At least it's Friday, that's something to be happy about. I hope you have a good one.