Thursday, August 07, 2003
at 12:11 AMAnd When We Dig We Always Sing
I spent the past two days either at one of my two places of employment or recovering from one of my two places of employment. I just returned from playing demolition ball from 11:00 p.m. to 12:00 a.m. with ten or eleven of my other new co-workers at Cutco. As in Ultimate Frisbee, volleyball, and every other team sport I have ever played, I played demolition ball poorly, avoiding the ball and my teammates whenever possible. I sat out the last two games because I was tired (and not helping my team). The facility owner and one of his employees each came singularly to chat with me. They both mentioned it had looked as though I wasn't enjoying myself. I wasn't miserable, but I'm neutral, inexpressive, passive, and noncommittal. I suppose that does make me a big pile of no-fun, which is partially why I avoid such social situations in the first place. Oh, well.
Two days ago Aunt Pam and I went to Target, where I purchased several ruled notebooks, underwear (Haynes Her Way, for any interested parties), and two boxes of Biore pore strips. I slapped a nose strip on last night; it yanked out lots of gunk. I am a ball of gunk.
