Yeah, somethin' like that

Seems like an off day. I walked to work this morning and it didn't feel like 9:20, but like 8. And now I'm here, and it's only 10:27. And it feels about 12. I have about seven hours left because it's Friday and that means a full day of work. So I sit here listening to music. Hip hop, Frank Sinatra, Sonny and Cher (because I'm groovy), Britney Spears, Coldplay, Dave Matthews Band, etc. It just goes on and on. I have to wait until about 1 to eat. Maybe I'll call Sam and ask her to join me at Bits and Bytes for a lovely salad or pasta dish.

Right about now Dave and Karen are experiencing The Green Dragon on the open roads. Those lucky bastards can go home today. I dont consider my Spring Break in full swing until Sunday night. I have off tomorrow and I'm going home, but I must return to campus for the museum again. I'd like to be home right now only because that means friends and my comfy bed. And Lost. I love to look at Sayid fix things and get all sweaty. I love it when an entire room of computers is damaged beyond repair, and it takes him only five minutes to make the world go 'round again. I love Sayid. I'd marry him. To keep things spicy between us, I'd break the computer every once and a while and make him fix it in five minutes or less. If he didn't...he'd suffer the consequences. Kinda like if he said one word, I'd make it hurt.

I took another random trip out to Patchogue on Tuesday. Dave decided that he really wanted the Patchogue experience, so randomly, after our gay trip to Jones Beach, we were on the road to P-town. The green sign is still missing, my house smelt of pizza and Tobie now has a little crush on Dave. It's a little known fact that he loves boys and Dave was just lovin' him and touchin' him and he couldn't get enough of it. (That whole sentence is open for interpretation, by the way...which 'he' am I speaking of?)Neither could Tobie. So, apparently, Tobie was very happy about his invite to Dizzy's because his little pee pee came out, which freaked 6'5" out a little bit. I mean, I'm sure he enjoyed it, but Tobie was movin' a little too fast for his likin'. After Dave and Tobie smoked a cig, he and I ventured out to How May (or Hurt Farm)and Dave experienced weed tea and the best soup or something. I dont know, some bull shit like that. Either way, all you have to know is that the bastard made me pay for his food. Demanded it of me.What a cunt. Lunch then Hawkeye and KB and then back to Hofstra. Luckily we did not get shot in Patchogue. It was a somewhat successful trip for being only two hours long and totally spontaneous...and not getting shot.

I'm tired. my gawd.

Sometimes I look at my face and I think I see an elf. As in one of Santa's helpers. Does anyone else know what I mean? No? Yes? Just nod your little dense heads.