It's been one of those days.

Hulu.com isn't loading, and I'm determined to finish watching season 2 of Arrested Development tonight.

Here's something I wrote in the Batman mini notebook Lauren gave me that I meant to post last week:

"The crazies on the bus wouldn't let me enjoy the scenic bus ride. The crazies downtown, however, are apparently repulsed by unshaven legs. I spent the last couple of days at the beach and forgot to pack my razor. I wish I had stumbled upon this fact while I was still at Miami Dade. Would've saved my the hassle of ducking whenever I saw the familiar yet un-friendly faces.

On a side note, I felt a stronger sense of independence riding the bus than when I started driving. Strange. This one guy kept eyeing me at the bus stop. We end up sitting near each other once we get on, and he continues to stare. Suddenly he throws open his bag and takes out his Bible. He then proceeds to read it while intermittently looking up to see if I'm watching. This led me to the following conclusions:

(in order of least to most likely)
1. He views me as temptation and is looking for a passage or prayer to get him through this.
2. He's trying to pick me up by playing the "Christian Boy" card.
or
3. He's decided that I'm a spawn of Satan and is trying to figure out a way to kill me. "



I started this entry hours ago, in a sour mood. 1 AIM conversation and 2 late night phone calls later, my day has significantly improved. I need to stop panicking.