good morning

I commented in someone else's journal the other day that I miss mornings now that I've been working a swing shift for a couple of years. But I didn't mean that I wanted to wake up three hours early, especially not today since it's quite likely I'll have to work late tonight, tomorrow, and Monday because the supervisor is taking a few days off. At least I got to finish Jeepers Creepers 2 (excellent) and can get it in the mail, so I should get another new movie Saturday.

Mornings could also soon be completely different for me if I get the graveyard shift job I sent a resume in for last night. A graveyard wouldn't be ideal but I think it could work out better for me, especially since it's in an office building a few blocks away. One I can see from my apartment.

Devil Wind

Tonight was the first time I ever felt like I might suffer bodily harm or death because of the wind. On my way to the bus stop, I saw a road sign blown over, just barely held up by the sign in front of it. Trees with freshly broken branches undulated all around. I didn't want to stand under the shelter at the bus stop because the billboard above it looked like it could collapse, but was eventually forced in because the wind was so strong it was impossible to stand still. Just after I got under the shelter, there was a blackout that took out every light in the block I was on. For some reason, everyone wanted to be out and about instead of somewhere inside, so the bus was late, crowded, and slow. Then it was rerouted off of 4th downtown because something was blocking the road.

Some parts of the experience were fun, though. I ran effortlessly down 3rd ave with the wind behind me, it was like being a gazelle. It was also really cool to see the trees covered in lights downtown sway back and forth. I'm definitely taking my camera tomorrow. Mother Nature is also quite the prankster. When the bus finally came for the last part of my journey, everyone came out from hiding only to be blown over by the strongest gust of wind I felt all night.

My socks were soaked on the way to work, so now is the first time my feet haven't been cold and wet in 11 hours. The whole ordeal also got me home about 40 minutes late.

Completely unrelated, Netflix somehow sent me a second copy of Jeepers Creepers 2, it was waiting in the mailbox when I got home.

People need to relax

I think the way we talk is a huge part of our personalities, and is therefor an essential ingredient in humor. I often poke fun at mythelf with a pronounced lithp, and am not mad if other people do as well. (One of my favorite jokes from work: What does a gay snake say? Thhhhhhhhhhh)

I definitely didn't think this Rosie incident needed an apology. Thtuff like that ith funny.