Completed political indoctrination 101..., I mean, college orientation, this week. You know, I don't care whether you are extreme liberal, extreme conservative, or anywhere in between. I don't want to hear it (unless you are a hard core pacifist. Then I'd slap you and walk away). I've heard too many bologna hot air fish carp stories from each polar extreme. None of them want to talk or to logically reason it out. They just want to gas off.

Check out my sweet rug. It almost makes me feel dignified and respectable. It's also very soft and squishy in between my toes. Next step: A large leather armchair with bison horn arm rests, resting in front of a large stone fire place that has a 14 point buck trophy hanging over it.

Had an interesting day.

Woke up. My alarm didn't wake me up for some reason, so I slept in about half an hour later than I was planning to. It was dark and raining out. It wasn't pouring or anything, so it was just a miserable drizzle. I shower eat and leave. Got behind the absolute slowest truck on earth. Drove at 15 miles per hour (very literally) for half of the ride to the office. Boss waits to until I get there to tell me that he wants me to paint. Thus, I run the risk of turning my as of yet unpainted work clothes into painting work clothes, and I have to scrounge for an old brush in the back of my truck. Having painted the necessary areas, I find that I have become the office maid and must clean the office, wash the floors, vacuum, etc. I help him revamp his private office room. He removes a still good looking (and soft) throw rug from the floor in order to put a new one in. He didn't like the color of the "old" one. He rolled up the old one and unfurled the new one. I said that if he wasn't keeping the old one, I'd take it for my room. He said fine. After finishing everything there, I remember hearing that a vehicle in the other garage needed to be done. I inquire and find it to be true. I drive over in the rain, and enter the garage and climb into the bus. Whatever type of party or trip or gathering it was, it involved fruit. A large plastic container full of fruit. Fruit juice. Fruit cups. Everything was sticky. Their shoes were muddy too, which means that I had to scrub the carpets. Someone had also decided to put their face on the window. In the back I find two boxes, each a quarter filled with munchkins. The fruit seems fresh and the munchkins are soft. They cannot be more than a day old, if that. I don't risk my luck with the fruit, but take the donuts. I take a can of Sprite and the pack of Dentyne Ice out of my car. I sit down in the back of the bus with the overhead lights on, but at the same time, not very much light manifests itself due to the absence of light in the garage. Some music played softly through the speakers. I sat down at one of the tables in the back and ate some munchkins and sipped on my Sprite. Then I chewed on a piece of gum. Then I thought of how sad it was that I was sitting alone in the dark in the back of a bus, almost enjoying myself. Finished up, cleaned up, locked up, and went into my car. Turned the key. The lights went dim and the engine turned over twice. Turned the key again and the engine didn't turn over at all. Straightened out the wheel of the car, opened the door, aimed down the slight hill grade and away from the fence. Got behind and started pushing. Twenty feet later I ran into the drivers seat, popped the clutch. Let off a small primeval "Yeah!" to assert my accomplishment of starting a car under my own manpower, and went on my way being careful not to stall in intersections. Headed off to Dennis' to attend to an imperative job request. There not being a hill in his area, I parked as far back and as straight as possible. Having cleaned his basement, he requested that I dig to find the septic tank cover. A 5 foot long, 2.5 foot wide, 3 foot deep trench of saturated sand and water later, nothing was found (Come to find out today, I came within six inches off the end of the trench from the tank. I doubled the size of that trench this morning). Leaving, I set up my car to go, keys in the ignition, parking brake off. Checked for traffic off his driveway. Pushed. Jumped in, threw it into gear, dropped the clutch. Carp, forgot to turn the ignition to "on". Got in front of the car with my legs now out in the road and reversed the rolling of the car. Much heaving later, I jumped in, turned the ignition, started the car. The whole car thing was very much amusing, and not frustrating in the least, surprisingly. Rather, I was much more turned off by the painting deal. Riding home, I thought that all I needed was something humorously bad to happen to me on the way home in order to round off my day. I smashed the steering wheel and yelled "Crap!". I left my rug at the office.