My psychic said I'm gonna have a shitty day. All the signs are there. Planets and stars are aligned in the 'shitty day order'. Ok ok ... so I don't have a psychic. I said that. I'm on the train right now. Sitting in the 'asshole' section. Assholes as in college guys. I dunno why I never seem to like college guys. The ones I know are just .... whoa .... my nipples just got perky ... weird. There they go again *laughs*. Anyway ... as I was saying ... college guys I know or seem to meet are just general jerks. Totally disgusting for one. I'm scared to even look across the aisle. They're right there. Four of them .... so its a gang. They usually travel in packs anyway. One of them has been doing Adam Sandler impressions the whole time. I had to put my headphones on and start listening to my MP3's. And he's not even doing the funny Adam Sandler. He's doing the sucky impressions. It just happened again. The nipple thing.

I got up this morning ... everything's so routine now ... and Jenny showed up soon after I was showered and dressed. Its as if .... hmmm .. as if they have the apartment wired. Hmmm ... I always wondered about that vent on the wall opposite of the desk where the computer is. Boy ... the things they must have on tape then hehe.

Anyway ... Bryan called this morning. Actually I called him. He was on his way to the office and said he'd call me back from there to tell me what train to take. He did ... and right away ... I didn't even wanna go again. He's picking me up at the subway. I hate disorganized people. I'm not totally organized ... but I try.