I need to get to work. Thursday, I'll be busy again. I now see how valuable school was as a pasttime. Strangely enough, I'll be working in a school as a substitute teacher.
I have this unnatural attachment to my computer. I never leave it, but most of my use of it is pointless. I could write stunning graphics programs or work on ideas for software with actual commerical value, but what am I doing? Talking to myself!
Oh, and shopping for underwear online. I always hate this because I feel strangley uncomfortable staring at that many male crotches at once. Changing clothes in the locker room is one thing, but shopping for underwear is embarassing. You actually feel less embarassment in a locker room because athletes (at least in college) don't look at each other. Heaven help you should you be caught examining somebody else's wedding tackle! I know somebody whose nickname is now "Broke Dick" because of that. The basketball team even went so far as to have their female trainer in the locker room before practice and games. I discovered this while changing one day before a practice. I am told having female trainers for male teams is standard practice at certain schools. How that can be anything but sexual is beyond me.