I thought the eye sticker on the bottle was winking at me

The semester has just begun, and already I feel myself losing control, patience, motivation, and determination. However here I sit, typing away and sipping a post-work beer. Today I got knocked in the head with a trash can someone was carrying over his shoulder. I was surprised that I didn't say anything, perhaps because I was just shocked that such a strange thing even happened. Then I thought that by not saying something, I was giving the impression that I didn't even care. I swore and said "I fucking hate this job." One day back, and already I'm back to my normal bitching at work. I'm tired of being nice and shit. I wish I didn't always think that I'm not right all of the time. Only a couple people at work have bitched at me, and I'm sure that they didn't care whether or not it made me hate them!

On the ride home tonight, I was going down a pretty steep hill and squeezed my back brakes (the front ones don't work) to slow down. Just then I hear a popping noise and the lever loses tension. Fortunately, they were still working and my sudden panic slowly left me. Upon arriving at the bottom of the hill I squeezed the brakes once more to take a look at the wire. There were only two wires keeping the lever and the brakes connected. Two wires saved me tonight. Otherwise, I would have had to jump off of my bike at a pretty fast speed and steep incline (I was headed right towards a four lane main road). I suppose I'll have to get two wires tattooed on me somewhere now.

"Did someone draw on you with pen?"
"No, let me tell you about this one time two wires saved me..."

Very worth it.

I'm driving home tomorrow to help my Dad move my whiny Grandmother out of town. I really can't blame her. She and her husband live in an assisted living residential building and it sucks. So they are moving to the north. Yay.

Does anyone else live in a cold house? We refuse to turn on the gas because it costs too much. However we do run electric space heaters which might use up just as much energy. Either way, our house is unavoidably going to be a certain level of cold. It's cold in this house. You can see your breath.

I'm boring.

UPDATE: Today my dog opened the door into my room (which usually results in a disastrous display of stuff I like). Strange this was, she had brought an Ewok stuffed bear and Wolf hat (noun: hat which is consisted of the head of a wolf, from its ears, to its chin) onto the bed. Neither was chewed up or mangled in any way. It makes me think that she brought them up there as company or something. So interesting.