Smallhouse Log

Wednesday, Second Week
"Rap is not meant to come out the nose." -David, 03/28/2005

First, conversation tidbit:

    I: "Why does he have all this lava in his submarine?"
    B: "I don't know, maybe he's Polish."

So God.... is pretty cool. I have no money (I'll get to that later), so when I lost my pen this morning, I knew I could not afford tobuy more. But as I walk between classes, I find.... a pen! One I can use! That is to say, a smooth-writing Pilot. Needle-point, no less. Rock on, God. I know that was totally all you.

So I have no money, but it's not (thankfully) because someone stole my card number and blew my last hundred. Turns out, I had no money all along, the ATM just told me I did. I blame Wells Fargo.

However, going over the statement my bank sent me, I found something else. Over the summer, we used my number to start Dylan's free AOL account. He was supposed to cancel it after he got to school. On the statement, there were two months of charges, for a total of about fifty dollars. Ouch. At least it didn't overdraw me. Doing the calculations, I know that it can only have been charging me for two months, but....

So them's me money woes. But today was still a good, beautiful day, and I'm still going to see the Decemberists tonight. Rawk Ohn!

Oh, and I left the window open and the construction workers covered everything in the room with a thick layer of dust. What a pleasant surprise!

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