Killing Lots and Lots of Time

Well, I'm sitting here in the library trying to kill time. It's all about saving gas these days ladies and gentlemen. That is why I don't go home for a couple of hours and then come back. I would sooner save poor Felix (my car has a name) the trouble of having to turn on, rev engine for a few blocks and rest again. So keeping that in mind, I planned to spend time between Physics lab and Music Publishing class writing a paper that is infact due in Music Publishing tonight at 5. Now Physics lab usually gets out at 3, but for some reason I was smart today and finished 45 minutes early (and I didn't cut corners either). I figured, hey, more time for the paper, right? Right. So I came to the library to get started and get started I did. I found the magazine that my paper was going to be on, read through the article and took notes as I went, then I went downstairs to the computer lab and started typing away (a very clever paper if I do say so myself). It was divine providence that the paper should be done this way because the cost to print was going to be 20 cents and I had no money on me other than the card I used to print things off of last semester (which I had no idea how much money was left on it). So I put the card in to print it off and... what do you know... 20 cents left on my card. Hooray! So I printed the paper out, stapled it, and here I am. I started this journal at about 3:05, so I have two hours to kill and not enough weapons, I fear, to kill them with.

It's been cold for the past few days... I guess I can spend some time talking about that. As you know, we don't have heat in our house, so it gets pretty chilly at night. We have our space heaters of course, and all of the windows are wrapped in light plastic to cut down on draft, but the house still maintains... well... a less than worm state. What it means when it gets really cold is you have to wash a lot of socks because you always wear them around the house (hard wood floors and all) and I've never been closer to anything outside of my skin than my space heater and its 1500 watts of red-glowing love. So this is how I pass my time. I grab a book, stradle my space heater, and shoot down the hours. It's been a good sturdy relationship over the past few months, but I fear once warmer weather approaches, my eyes might start to wander.

Here, I can talk about work too. I've started back working 1st shift at work for the first time since summer. I forgot how much I like first shift over second. The atmosphere is completely better than second shift mostly, I think, because guests have just had a good night sleep, and the ones we deal with just want to get out of there. That's easy. Load em up and say goodbye. I'm getting a little better at the whole wake up thing, and sometimes it's useful to be up extra early anways because you get the first shower which means assured hot water. Speaking of showers I've completely switched over from using the upstairs bathroom to using the downstairs one. The reason being is that our shower drain was completely clogged upstairs and we live with some pretty hairy dudes. That being the case, it was like taking a shower on a bear-skin rug... You get the idea. I started to look for other options so my attention veered downstairs to Vikings bathroom. The problem with that was that the water pressure was that of a drooling toddler. I need complete water coverage people! So I got the bright idea to take the shower apart and I found the enemy. I figured that it had to have some potential because the regular bath focet poured out like a mighty deluge when turned on, but the shower was... less. The enemy in this situation was a little rubber stopper located just at the joint where the pipe meets the shower head. Solution: pop that sucker out. I did and now the shower feels more like a riot control divice. As long as you don't turn the water all the way on, though, you're fine. Viking was so excited that I had fixed it that when he took his shower he shouted with glee and then came out and gave me a big hug (fully dressed of course).

But yeah, waking up in the mornings is still hard, even when you have an amazing mecca shower.

Killing mice. I'm trying to kill all of the mice that have infiltrated our house and I'm about to resort to new tactics. I've met a smart guy who thinks he can best me, but he's got another thing coming. A few years ago I was a novice. I was Nathan the Mouse Catcher. The next year I grew in rank, becoming Nathan the Mouse Slayer. This year, however, I have accepted knighthood and am now Nathan of Micebane. I have renown among the species of field mice that this little guy thinks he can play with. We even had a face to face the other day where I warned him as he sat on his haunches looking at me with a stern smirk. He has now twice illuded me, but no more. I shall adjust the sensetivity of the mouse trap and take vengence.

Stuffy just called.

Peace and love.