Arresting

Oh man oh man oh man the day is slow here today. The snow is falling, my talk radio is on, my tea is hot, it could be worse.

I’m eating books lately, I can’t stop. I’m just going through them like water. And yes, Chid, I should be getting a library card and “renting” my books, but I just can’t seem to bring myself to do it. One because I kept like 3 books from Harold Washington a thousand years ago and I fear they might arrest me for stealing paper, but also because I love my books. I don’t want to give them back. I signed up for the club or whatever at BDalton and it cost me $25! I couldn’t stop the guy in the middle. It gets me 10% off the books I buy (which seem to be about one a week) but if I can make up the 25$, I’d be impressed, doesn’t seem like that great of a deal.

I don’t have much to say today except one final thing. Please, please please people, can we not do our stretching in the locker room of the gym? Can we please do our stretching out on the gym floor where we are supposed to? Number one, yes, you’re very tall, I see how tall and slim you are, very good. I could see you just as well on the gym floor. Number two, you smell and are sweaty and that’s gross, do not sweat upon my locker. Number three, when you are stretching in front of my locker, it is hard for me to turn the knob on my combination lock.

Lost tonight, learning about the Tailies, 5 extra minutes. Hopefully, it’ll just be 5 more Sawyer minutes.