Monday, April 11, 2005

Work was fun, but slow; I worked with Matt (who went home shortly after I arrived), Scott (who has really turned out so much cooler than I first expected him to) & Ben, with Heidi stopping by to pick up Scott, because his gf was working. Some 'christians' tried to witness to me while I was working:

them: "Did you go to church today?"

me: "hahahahahahhah. No."

them: "you know Jesus is The Man."

me: "Yeah, I hear he's hung."

them: "well, he was; he was persocuted."

me: "Yeah, well that's what Mel Gibson says, so it must be true."

them: "yeah; and he had love for everyone."

me: "Yeah, I used to date a guy like that."

them: "um...we weren't talking about that kind of love."

me: "What kind of love were you talking about then?"

One of them speaking to the other: "You know, I don't remember asking for this man's opinion."

me: "You know, I don't remember caring."

They left happy; I'm pretty sure they were stoned, and not in the biblical sense.

Ben let me go at a little past 11pm; we were that dead. I stopped at Aut Bar for a minute and got a great hug from Robert, but I felt...like not being there so I came home. I sorted a lot of my e-mail, which has been piling up, and I took a nap, and then I wrote this. I need to record some Enterprise episodes for Carrie & Adam, but I think I'll do that after I get some more sleep. I kind of feel like I should write some poetry, but I don't think I'm really up for that right at this moment.

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