Ruined by sharks; A day left in tatters.

Ahh, the start of a new academic year at my employer. The fury of students, the panicky phone calls, the billions of large boxes labeled "shoes" and "crap" coming out of the post office, it makes me feel like I am still in school. Well, undergraduate school. And these kids are awfully chatty on the phones as of late. While helping one student out with her problem, she started asking me how my day was going, my name, what I do at my job. Another guy started asking me where I went to school, if I lived nearby and how I like my job. Hello? Let's just help you and move on.

My one professor has to know that his spray-painted scalp isn't fooling anyone. Nor the fact that his bald spot looks more like a waterfall of dripping paint than any measurable amount of hair. Poor guy, resorting to ill-fated attempts to fit in. Shoot me if I ever get to that point. I suppose I will end up going the Spacey-LexLuther route and shave it all, as is done by millions of men. But we'll cross that bridge if and when it comes to it. I'm not going to worry about it yet. But with a class full of balding men, it makes one think.

I lost my winter hat. I'm sad. Now I have to go buy a new one before my poor ears freeze on my way to and from work. Damnit. It matched my coat, gloves and scarf. Woe is me.

You'll be happy to know Jake and I finished Obscure finally tonight. As I write this, it's 12:45am, so you can see it was another (and hopefully last) late night at his house. The game ended well, but easier than it started. The horror aspect slipped away to be more like any other action game, so it lost a lot of its zip in the final 30 minutes of play. But like I always say, it's not about the game, it's about the people. And I enjoy playing with Jake. But I have to weight that to the needs of my cat. I come home and she's not happy. She won't even talk to me for an hour and mentions "headaches" and "not in the mood" an awful lot when we're in bed. Poor girl, I neglect her so much^*.

A bunch of us had a grand old time at Dim Sum tonight. Happily eating over $70 worth of food has its upsides, and having dinner with that girl Stephanie that I mentioned the other day ("tall, gelled hair"), Alison, Jake and Rach ended up being stimulating and quite enjoyable. It's nice when everyone meshes together, but I suppose that has a lot to do with the people I choose to hang around. People usually don't feel awkward in the bunch.

When the bill came, our waiter didn't recognize me in all my notoriety, so I asked him if he could send the owner to our table. Presumptuous? Maybe. Discount wanted? Yes. Wayne chatted with us briefly and shared his woes of the fire, rebuilding and how his fish in the tank had died from soot poisoning and whatnot. He picked up our bill and discounted our meal. After being called "slybag" and "cheapskate" by my friends, I made the mistake of giving Stephanie a token for free coffee at the nearby coffeeshop, only to have it blow up in my face as Alison took it the wrong way.

Girls. *shakes head*

* Note: I do not do anything foul with my cat. Dirty minds, you have.

Place: "K--t-ck-" - January Trivia

You cannot count on your left hand the number of times I've done which of the following?

a) washed my car by hand
b) gone skinnydipping
c) ridden a motorcycle
d) lost chunks of time in a day