Karma pays off in the coolest ways or Do good things if you want good things to happen to you
So I drove to my Morning Job® because my bus was late (of course I saw it pull up as I drove away). Aaaany-hoo, so I parked at a meter and shoved all these coins in it, and thought to myself, "remember to come back in two hours and feed the meter."

So naturally, I forget I even own a car.

And I go about work, doing Morning Job® type activities, all the while singing "la la la" in my head like a little girl.

As I leave to go to my Afternoon Job®, I think to myself "time to get change for the bus." So I reach into my pocket and feel (gasp!) CAR KEYS! Shit! I forgot to feed the meter! Shit! I'm a dork! Shit! I pretty much worked four hours to pay for a parking ticket! Shit, shit shit!

So I walks to my car (yeah, I said walks), because really, running ain't going to make the ticket less expensive, if you knows what I mean. So I'm walking, expecting to see a big paper flag of dorkdom flapping on my windshield wiper.

But, alas, lo and behold, NO TICKET. AND, to my surprise, there were 50 minutes left on my meter! My only guess is that someone, some stranger, some lovely, beautiful stranger with a heart bigger than Jupiter decided to put a quarter or two in my meter!

And I am reminded of the couple of times in the past where I have seen expired meters and decided to drop a quarter or two to help a brother (or sister) out. IT ALL COMES BACK TO YOU! Bless you, oh, bless you stranger!

Either they were very kind, or they were just dumb and put money in my meter by mistake.

But still...KARMA!!!

And, to top it off, there were TWO dogs waiting to play at the Afternoon Job®.

Busy yet unproductive. Yeah, that sounds like an oxymoron, don't it? But that's kinda how I'm feeling. Like an oxymoron. Like an oxygen-filled moron. Like a procrastinating, running around, oxygen-filled moron with a layer of chocolate, who needs a haircut.

My Inner Rock Star
I was just playing air-guitar in the mirror to a U2 song and I don't care who knows.

Just don't tell anyone else, OK?

OK, first of all, my back is starting to feel odd. I hope it doesn't become a Big Thing, which it tends to do once in a while. A wierd sciatic thing. I don't want that to happen. It usually happens when I'm doing a lot of stuff, or, more specifically, A Lot Of Stuff That Could Become Stressful. I don't know which is worse, sciatica, or a stye on the eyelid. Well, if I had my choice, I'd go for the sciatica. Cuz you can hide that.

"What kind of stuff are you doing," I hear you ask. Well, there's always the z3 stuff. Which is not really stressful. But it is a total commitment, so I gotta work things around that.

I also have my trapeze class. Which would suck if my back pain started to get worse, cuz I'm learning a lot right now. But that's not bad.

There is this Semi-Secret Project I'm working on, which does take up a lot of my time. After talking it over with z3, I've learned it's not really a hard job, it's just that it's a big project, so I have to think about it a lot. And thinking takes energy. And I do a lot of thinking on my own, so this just makes it harder. And sometimes I'd just rather take a nap.

And really, who doesn't like naps?

Recently, all my choices always end with "...or I could just take a nap." Let me just say that I have never regretted taking a nap. Taking a nap is always a good choice.

Unless you are driving. You should pull over first.

I'm not that complicated. I'm a simple guy. Real simple. Like an anvil. Or bacteria.

I'm not ashamed to say it.

I need a girlfriend.

There, I said it.

Bastards.

We're all hypocrites, arent' we?
I usually rant about the state of TV, saying that 90 percent of all of TV is crap. And it is. But last night I had the time of my life watching "The Surreal Life" marathon. I ENJOYED IT. There, I said it.

I still think 90 percent of TV is crap.

I'm afraid to think out loud, because there would be unbearably long moments of silence.