As I sit here drinking Earl Grey and chewing Big Red, I wonder why I chose black socks to wear today. They make my feet sweat, itch, and stink. I wonder how I came to own these socks. I certainly didn't buy them.

I have a lot of magnets. Here at work, I have these things called car magnets. They're over a foot long, and people usually slap them on their car doors when tailgating on Sundays. I have two Chicago teams, the Bears and the Cubs. I also have some fridge magnets, including an upside down Packers magnet which signifies the Packers losing. Voodoo magnet rituals. It worked with my Enron magnet, so why not Green Bay?

My car battery died last week. I knew it was coming. I left my headlights on for two minutes while running inside to grab my bankcard, and when I dashed back out to go get beer and cigarettes, my staples, the fucking car wouldn't start. After receiving jumpstart help and eventually a ride to the local NTB, I had a running car again. To thank my neighbors for their help, I'm buying beer and dinner tonight. We're going to watch Monday Night Football tonight, da Bears vs. the Pack.

This entry isn't all that funny or interesting, mainly since I've been sleepwalking through life this October, and I have nothing of import to impart. It shouldn't be long before the world becomes bizarre again.

I love the feeling of my blankets right after the first chill of the season. I sleep with my windows open throughout the winter.
4:28 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm