It's snowing here in New York again.  My second class of the day was cancelled.  I like that.  I have the same class tomorrow, which is a speaker from six to eight.  But since we missed class today, we'll be making it up tomorrow till about ten. I don't like that.
    Speaking of things I don't like, atop the list right now is Units Parcel Service.  UPS to you and me.  I've been anxiously awaiting my serial to USB adapter, and they've been trying to deliver it since Friday.  It's a signature required, and they've missed me three time now.  they come at the worst times.  Honestly, if it requires a signature, wouldn't you maybe try coming at a time when most people are home, like after 5?  They deliver till seven.  But noooooo.  They come at 2 and 4 and 4:30.  I saw a UPS driver outside the laundromat yesterday, in the truck, hunched over the wheel and asleep.  What kind of service are they running here.  I fucking sick of paying extra for shipping when I know I'm gonna have to end up going down there to get it.  this really makes me appreciate the US postal service.  I mean honestly, 33 cents is a pretty good price for sending a letter anywhere in the country when you really think about it.  And they always have access to my mailbox, so they can just leave shit in there.  Not like these fucking nincompoops at UPS.  Fuckers.
    Anyhow, I had a pretty decent time after work yesterday.  there was supposed to be a big apartment-situation hoedown at my place with Jed and Alice, but that fell through, so I hopped on the N-R train over to Great Lakes and met up with PFC Kathy and her friend Melissa from CA, who's living in Paris right now.  She was actually a pretty cool gal.  She reminded me a bit of Nora, in general facial expression and appearance, but with that short, choppy indie-chick hair held in place with bobbypins and berets and whatnot.  Anyhow, this friendly Australian fellow sat down and started telling Kathy and Melissa how attractive they were, and showed them a little journal he'd been keeping during his trip to the states visiting his sister.  Almost every entry that I saw ended with or included "I hope I get laid," or "it'd be nice to get laid," or something like that.  So he let melissa and Kathy sign it.  He was acting kind of messed up, but I noticed his drink, and I was pretty sure it was water.  So after about an hour of small talk and me being a patronizing fuck, he went back to the bar.  Then Melissa started shitting that she wrote, "You must be really drunk right now." or something, when in fact she just found out that he's brain-damaged from a car accident.  I thought that was amusing in a tragic-comic way, but then I started feeling bad for being so patronizing.  One of his sister's friends came to collect him and was like "thanks for being so patient with him," and I'm like, I'm not doing this guy any huge favor.  She made me feel even worse, like I just stopped by the bar to do a little charity work.  I mean, if some weird dude's talking to me, I'll be friendly and whatnot. It's no big deal, and her saying something like that made me feel bad for me and him.  But besides that, she was actually quite nice.  i had a pretty decent night out, completely unexpected, which made it even better.  I'm glad Kathy lives two doors from Great Lakes.  it beats drinking alone.   And the pretzels were plentiful.

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