Who you are defines my dreams...

A few days ago at work, a guy who was presumably homeless came in and asked if he could work for food. After refusing him and sending him away, the two to three other people working there just gawked at him. They said how horrible it was but did nothing to help him. They didn't want him on the bench out front and so they sent him to the back. When children in the store were leaving, they would escort the kids out because they were afraid of the man who had just walked from Tawas or farther and who was digging through the garbage cans. Granted he probably wasn't the most wholesome person, but they went so out of their way to make him unwelcome when it would've been so easy to buy him a bag of chips or offer him a breadstick from the pizza warmer. And I did nothing. I now kick myself for standing by and watching when I could have so easily taken the $5 out of my pocket and gotten the guy some food. Soon he walked away down US-23 again. I wonder who he was.

There is a really loud night bug outside my window.

Yesterday as I was driving to work, I passed Isaiah playing basketball and I honked at him. He waved. It was a nice exchange. Then at work, this guy came in and said to me, "what, do you work 24/7 or something?" I don't remember my verbal reply but I remember what I was thinking: 'might as well be' and 'at least someone is noticing that I'm always at this dumb place'. I felt vindicated.

I miss the old days... not necessarily high school but the times that came with high school. Everything is nuts anymore and it's upsetting. But I talked to Leslie on the internet tonight and that was nice.

Some French guy keeps talking to me on MSN. It's another case of me being mistaken for someone else and it seems like everytime it's someone who is French or speaks French.

Das Ende.