2001-06-29 - 1:04 p.m.
sometimes it's the little things that make the difference
i just walked over to quiznos for my regular tuna on wheat to go, because i *had* to get out of the office for a minute.
i played my harmonica as i walked, and the whole world thought i was crazy. crossing arapahoe people in their cars stared at me
1. because i was *walking* in the land of cars, and lord knows i was taking my life in my hands, even crossing with the light, and
2. because i was playing the harmonica. were they surprised at that because they thought you had to be in prison to play the harmonica? i dunno.
i promised myself yesterday that i'd work at work today. well, surprise, surprise, here i am writing on d-land, and reading d-land and not accomplishing much.
maybe i'm trying to get fired.
i was just in the kitchen getting my nth coke of the day (where n is large) and Dude1 came in with an empty can, set it on the ground and stomped on it.
i said "feel better?"
he gave me this evil grin and said "sometimes it's the little things that make the difference."