What a strange day… I didn’t get enough sleep last night. ( my own fault ) That’s never a good way to start a day. While I was on the bus on the way to work I looked at the people fishing in the park as I always do, and for the first time I saw someone taking a fish out of a net. I guess now I know why they fish there. I had a bunch of random thoughts while I was on the bus, but one I remember is that I thought about eating corned beef hash. ( that’s important later ) The morning at work was pretty typical. I had to go to one of the classrooms while a class was going on and fix the same problem that I had fixed twice before. I got into a long discussion with the boss again and I made an example about one of our users, and when the phone rang a few minutes later it was the user I had been thinking about. We went to lunch at a place I don’t really like that much, but they have corned beef hash and that’s what I ended up having. Almost instantly after I finished eating I started to feel very uncomfortable and sick to my stomach. I just kept thinking “I have to get out of here right now!” I told the other guys to hurry up and pay so we could leave. I started feeling better as soon as we got outside. I don’t know what the significance of that is. ( yet ) ( pause to finish washing dishes, they had to soak ) Okay, dishes are finished. After lunch I got into another protracted discussion with the boss about all the things I don’t like about that job and the place in general. I found out that the image I created for the new set of machines we got has an error and I have to start over and create it again. All of this put me in a foul mood when I left to go watch “The Matrix: Revolutions.” While I was walking there I didn’t even notice the cold that decended on the city today. Cold usually helps me calm down. I nearly got run over by some cars that were turning from a one way street. I had the right of way because the walk sign was on, but they felt the need to turn and not stop or even veer away from me as I tried to cross. I had to turn around and go back to the curb because four cars in a row didn’t stop. This increased my anger even further. I finally reached the theater and got my ticket easily from the automated machine. There was still plenty of time before the movie and few people in line for it so I decided to go back to P.J Clarke’s on the corner for a drink and an attempt to calm down a bit. This helped some, but not much considering the bartender ignored me for five minutes before I could order a drink. I sipped my drink quickly and went back to get in line for the movie. I didn’t wait long as they opened the theater early. The crowd came off the escalator and I watched as people literally ran to the auditorium. I strolled casually to the concession stand and bought a soda and popcorn. There was no one in line. I went to the auditorium, but had to find a place to put my drink down, having neglected to have my ticket stub out for checking. I managed to find a perfectly acceptable seat and settled down to wait again. I cheked the time on my phone only to find that my dad had tried to call me from his cell phone. He doesn’t call to talk about the weather, so I began to get very worried about what must have happened. I started to dial his number when the new voicemail icon appeared. I quickly listened to the message only to discover that he decided to remind me of my Grandmother’s approaching birthday. With that crisis averted the movie started. I really enjoyed it, and it served to free my mind from other worries for about 2 hours. Afterward, I got on a crowded bus home, and began watching the people just in front of me because they were speaking in sign language. Suddenly the girl ( it was a man and woman ) turned to face me and began signing very rapidly. I looked straight at her so she could read my lips and said “I don’t understand.” She then said ( with the perfect speech of a hearing person ) “oh, you’re hearing?” I said yes, and she said, “I thought you were deaf.” I was very confused by this so it didn’t occur to me to ask why she thought that. More people got on the bus, and I was forced to move toward the back and away from her. She kept looking and me and talking ( not signing ) to the guy she was with. They got off a few stops later and she looked at me as the bus pulled away. I don’t think I knew her, but the guy she was with seemed very familar to me for some reason. So many strange things occured today… I don’t know how they all fit. Maybe tomorrow will make more sense…

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