last night was trash night. i took out right around five bags of trash. i took them straight out the back door and down the back steps to the big plastic bin provided by the city. i'm telling you this why? because i think it's amusing to type about the most incredibly boring and tedious things. that, in itself, is boring.

it's amazingly hot in the workplace right now. we're not talking "hot girls, cover of maxim" hot here. we're talking "flaming caverns of hell" hot. i would sincerely appreciate it if someone respected my desire to not die an early death due to heat exhaustion. thank you.

scott came over and we shot the shit about his possible move into casa bipolar. it looks like he's leaning toward it rather heavily, which is a good thing. there are few people who i think i could share an apartment with, at this point in my life. scott would be one of those people. hopefully things work out.

orange juice + cinnamon sweet roll = delicious breakfast. that's some math to remember.

why am i busy posting to this business? i have a date tonight…