had a speed walk race with crazy, well as much of a race as it can be when only one of you knows you are participating and the other is just crazying along ½ dressed. I picked a point up where I would be crossing the street and made sure I made it there before crazy intersected my path it was a close one because of traffic, my brain seriously debated playing frogger versus crazy catching up and delivering whatever sort of daily special he might have been serving but I made it because he got a little distracted by the table he passed “maybe a good place to sit awhile” he might have thought, “have a little booze picnic” , but I suspect his thoughts were more like “ARGH57093fsd#wsd…” anyway my heart raced a bit that was my excitement for yesterday afternoon, usually there’s someone from team Wackjob in the parking lot I pass through.

it’s a bit hard to write this when I’m being distracted by so rocking a tune as Dream Police. You know that song used to freak me out a little bit when I was in a single digit grade, nonsense about them coming at night and being unable to hide and what the fuck with the white cop outfits I guess white makes it more dreamy or something like that, it sort of made it more gay but I was too young to make that distinction then, it just bothered the crap out of me. Then this kid told me and my friend it was about masturbating, I bet he described it weirder but I dont remember, what kind of loser writes a song about masturbating that's just sad (yeah I know Prince and probably some others, still lame) but anyway I remember the lyrics and that explanation doesn't make sense, I think that guy just wanted to talk about masturbating, fuck kids can be weird especially boy kids.



the students did a little decorating and there is a large grinning plastic pumpkin thing staring at me now from behind the reception area. I imagine I will be looking at that for the entire next month. Just knowing it will be there that long makes me feel a little antsy. I might need to start closing my office door.