I was in the stairwell. I looked down and thought about how hurt I'd get by tumbling down and how much work I'd get to miss while still getting paid. Then I went upstairs and ate a cookie.
What a weekend. I tried to reason with some Jesus freaks who were shouting during Radiohead. I said, "how long are you going to be shouting?" He said, "What are you doing here?" I said, "You must be pretty dense to not know why I'm here." He started to preach to me. I walked away saying, "I don't fucking want to listen to you preach."
Then later on I watched Lord of the Rings. Pure awesomeness.
Hung out in the Mission yesterday. Saw several condoms on the sidewalk. One of them was bloody. Seeing that made me want to scratch my eyeballs out and self-flagellate.
