What a strange situation...

The folks sitting three and four rows up from me and one seat to the left are both wearing t-shirts for softball teams that are both blue. They also both have the number 25 on them. One is male, one is female, and neither seems know the other or notice the shared number. Darn, I couldn't see what the girl's shirt said on the front.

Also, who here likes to answer pay phones when the are ringing and noone is around to answer them? I mention this because I was really pumped to answer one of those calls the other day, but the phone stopped ringing just as I got there.
That surely would have been the highlight of my day, but instead I had to settle for managing to keep my bicycle seat from getting wet by parking it under a tree with a particularly dense canopy.

This morning I managed to cut my ankle with a speaker from my PC. Impressive aye? The round edge swung with such force after I tripped on the cord that it was capable of such things. Plus, I got wrapped up in the cords. Perhaps getting up at 5:15 and stumbling around the apartment in the dark isn't the best thing to do.

Que sera, sera.

Peace.