September 12, 2000

I awoke late again to day, but that's mostly because I had come home from work rather late, and then proceeded to do this silliness. Meaning doing the little bit of my journaling. Not that I mind really, but there's a lot to be said about not writing when you're struggling to stay awake.

Once I made it into work today, there were yet another set of fires to deal with. I've been dealing with many fires lately. Not so much that I mind so much, but after a while it wears you down. Much like you can pull off the occasional allnighter, but you simply can't string them together like popcorn. To be fair, it was my own fault. I was a little too lackadaisical about some of things I did, and it came up to bite me. Much like the way you're always taught to always cut away from you when using an knife or never point a gun towards another person if you don't intend to use it. However, when you've been working around the clock like I have been lately, you tend to get a little restless.

Then there was always dinner. After a, at best, mediocre day at work and having skipped lunch I decided to skip my run today. I feel like a slug. I drove down to Crossroads hoping to get some chicken. Technically, the place closes at 9:30pm (I think), but they were still open by the time I get there. The chicken place was not. They were closing shop. I briefly thought about asking them why they had closed down early but that was not going to get me any chicken. I scanned the food court for something that I may find palatable, and decided to get Chinese food.

Having had Chinese food all my life I know that this is going to be ordinary. Much like the way you expect pizza at a food court to be ordinary. I walked towards the Asian woman behind the cash register and ordered the Mongolian beef and a spring roll. Not that you would be interested in precisely what I ordered, and ordinarily I wouldn't mention it. However, the total bill did bring a smile to my face. It came to $6.66 (see left…)

Okay, I won't say that I'm not superstitious at all, but I'm superstitious about surprisingly few things; the number of the beast being one of them. The only reason why I make the observation is because this is bound to distress a number of people. That amuses me.

September 12, 2000