Four For Five


Two in the morning. West Washington Avenue. Hand unsteady. Photoshop. This will hopefully be the last visit to Dane County for a while (4th visit in 5 weeks), I took this picture and woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I tried my best to get a clear shot.

In getting used to living in cold apartments, I never really flinched when somebody would complain about the temperature. When I got home on a 60 degree day outside to a sweat inducing 80+ degrees inside, I flinched. Stocking hats indoors? No longer necessary.

During the course of my Friday evening, we walked by the place that Leftover Chinese-'98 called home. I heard loud music, so I suggested that we go inside. This offer was taken up and before I knew it, I was standing in my old hallway. There really wasn't a party going on, but people were hanging out. I'm not sure if the five of us were welcome, but seeing a bunch of dudes playing dice in my old bedroom made the interruption worth it.

The author of MBIMOTMOG was encountered in person. You will now find the link to this web site under 'Human American.'

My occasional affair with Ms. Pac-Man was rekindled anew with this gift. One of these days, I'll get see the fifth act. Pole position is deemed a waste of time.

M: "Hmm...Chicken and Rice. How not Ed."
E: "Wow..you're right."
It's good to have neighbors around to point out your consistencies.

Last night, I encountered two drunken trixies on a street corner. One was stumbling around on her cellphone and another sat on the curb with her head in her lap. They asked if the main street perpendicular to my car was Western Ave. I said yes. The trixies got back on their phones and wandered away. As I waited for my light to change, a squad car approached. As the squad approached, one of the drunken ladies slipped, fell, and didn't seem to miss a beat on her telephone conversation. The squad car stopped, turned the spotlight on, then turned their flashers on. The ladies didn't notice this was happening. I drove away. Welcome to detox, ladies.

4:12 am Saturday morning : Challenged to finish my beer issued by a 20-year-old college student.
4:12 am Sunday morning : Distracted from sleep as a result of my ceiling alarm clock.
4:12 am Monday Morning (to be determined) : Hopefully none of the above.

...and to think I'm ocassioanly wonder if my life is becoming routine...

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