Excessive

Woah, I didn't get much sleep! I went to bed last night around 5am after playing some Soul Calibur and SSX On Tour, and then finally getting in bed and watching a Seinfeld, but I didn't turn on music and attempt to sleep well after five, but here I am getting up at 11am. Oh well, I enjoy being up in the day, and I actually prefer to be tired than have overslept, so it's all good.

I'm pretty tired and totally not driven to write much of anything, and yet here I am at the new entry form... hmmm. There was another fire in my building today, firemen and all. They got it under control quickly, and although I didn't have to stand outside, while I was investigating/leaving the building before I knew I didn't have to, I inhaled quite a bit of smoke and my lungs have kind of ached all day. The fire was started by some dumbshit who was cooking, and the frying pan caught on fire, and he attempted to put the fire out with sugar, because.. as you all know, sugar puts fires out. Oh.. wait.. no, sugar melts, boils and burns horribly, so.. don't put sugar on fires alright?

I woke up pretty early this morning and couldn't fall asleep, so I decided to just get up instead of lay in bed, because I could feel a headache coming and I knew that laying in bed would only increase the chance of getting the headache.

Oh my god! Community news!! The guy across the hall, Steve, whom I don't know at all but pretend we're best friends and usually my friends and I always ask each other if we should ask him over, or if he's wearing a shirt... he's moving out! Oh noes! Steve!! I heard Irene bothering them at like... 9pm, so they probably got evicted. I took the garbage out and all his stuff was in the hall (he was putting it there voluntarily) and when I was coming back in from outside Abe (the owner) was there and Steve said, "I'll be moving out today or tomorrow, so you can probably get started on the toilet" and while I don't know what that means, I really don't want to.

Hey look! It's Chomsky on Penn & Tellers Bullshit!

So I was doing the dishes, and when I opened the nozzle on the dishsoap, it shot up and hit me in the eye, and it hurts so bad. I'm seeing double out of my right eyeball, and it's soo irritating. My eye watered for about an hour, and now it's just super dry and soar, and I can't quite read what I'm typing.

It's actually a comfortable temperature in my apartment! Can you imagine such a thing? My hands aren't painfully cold, my feet aren't numb, I am not wearing a sweater!! I turned the space heater on in my living room and left it on all night and this morning the entire apartment was a nice comfortable temperature (noticeably warmer) and I'm quite happy with that.

Last night I watched a few episodes of Penn & Teller's Bullshit, and it was a very interesting show to watch. While the show is in no way unbiased, it's still interesting to see some widely accepted things exposed as 80% bullshit, like environmentalism, hypnosis and talking with the dead.

I got up early this morning and went to meet my Mom for lunch, and then stop by Value-Mart for some veggies, cat food, paper towel and other stuff (and my Mom bought me some cheese!) and then grabbed the bus home. When we met for lunch, my Mom also gave me a space heater, and now my room is a comfortable place to be, instead of living in a walk-in freezer, which is nice.