No, nothing yet.

My memory is still really bad. I just forgot if it was Monday or Tuesday. I had to check my watch. Which is falling apart by the way. I'm going to have to buy myself a new one soon. Annoying. But at least I have money. The end of last year was rough what with my hard drive and digital camera purchases. Yes, it's hard being me. But now I'm back in the blue. Or that thing that isn't the red anyway. And with another 6 months at least at the Barn I should be able to amass a nice profit. I can afford stuff again. Maybe I should get that guitar. It must be so great to be able to wite songs and music. I want that. I also want cheese sticks.

There's nothing more fun than looking at your own diary translated into some odd deviant language. Like French. It's just good fun allround.

Last night I dreamt about talking hedgehogs. Keri Russell from Felicity was showing me how to spot weed plants (which involved a lot of tongue action by the way) and there was a rampant hedgehog running around. And then we were interrupted by some professor I think and I was all nervous because I was caught with a girl and weed and I started blabbering about how it was amazing that hedgehogs could talk, well not talk but repeat words they hear humans say. That hedgehog was mighty cute actually. I'd like a pet like that. Imagine a cross between a bunny and a parrot. Or something like that.

Work wasn't too interesting. You know how it is. Busy busy busy.

Always busy.

After that busy first hour Peter sent me shopping for cigarettes and I bought myself lotto. I'm going to do that every week I think. I can't complain about not winning a million bucks if I don't try.

A nice walk in the rain and then I was in the computer room helping out. We were installing some games and stuff. Good stuff. I tried Red Alert and managed to bomb some barrels. And then I tried gta2 and managed to steal a car and run over a few people. Great stuff. And then the kids started coming in to play. And I panicked and left. You gotta love those kids. Ah yes. At one point I went to the toilet and wouldn't you know it.. there was a little boy in there peeing. I guess he didn't think he needed to lock the door. There's an outer door you can lock and then there's the inner door to the toilet itself that you can't lock. He'd just closed the inner door so I walked right in on him. What fun that was. The kind of thing that you'd enjoy if you're a pedophile I imagine. But I'm not so I was just mortified and embarrassed and I'm sure all his brothers and mates are going to hunt me down and kill me. But it wasn't my fault, honest. And with that in mind can I just make a plea to the general public: People... for the love of god or whatever you hold holy and sacred... please.. please.. LOCK THE DAMN DOOR if you're using a publich restroom. Thank you.

So anyway. I was leaving the barn and walking out on the pavement when I hear a bang. A boom. A crash. A car crash even. Yup. Two cars banged into each other in the crossing ahead of me. No one got hurt but one car got smashed pretty good. A guy started passing out his card and saying "I saw what happened, call me if you need a witness". Which was nice of him I guess. He just acted like a sleazy lawyer, you know? "Here's my card, if you've strained your hand call me and I'll get you a settlement. Ooh, excuse me I hear an ambulance, gotta run". Maybe I should get myself a card in case I ever witness something interesting. Tis a thought.

I took a couple of pictures. But this is a good example of how my social phobia ruins it. I wish I could've really taken time and gotten good pics of everything and the people and stuff. Good stuff. But instead I just took a couple and left. Anyway, maybe they wouldn't have been too happy if I started acting like a press photographer. Maybe I should get a press card. And by press I mean journalist or whatever is the right way to say that.

The other car was a van I think. Parked just outside the picture. I don't think it got beaten up much. Notice all the debris on the road. Other cars kept driving through the accident scene and all the debris kinda crunched under their wheels. Like walking on glass.

Reminds me of the car crash I was in when I was a kid. Without the tree and the crying and the "Where are my glasses?". Crash car star.

And finally another example of my sucky zoom function:

So that was all terribly exciting. For me. Sucks for the involved I guess. When I got closer I saw the guy coming out of the smashed car and thought maybe he was hurt. Then I thought maybe there'd be some big argument between them. But nothing really happened. The card guy started walking around. A couple of other people came over and watched. I think they were friends with the crashee. It was all fairly undramatic. When I first heard and saw it I was picturing billowing plumes of smoke and explosions as the fire reached the gas tanks.

It's like gta2 came to life. Without the blood and violence. I always said that life was a poor computer game.

And this is my brother's comment to that:

Or maybe he just doesn't like it when I take pictures of him. Which is why I do it of course. It's not torture but it's a start.

Now I just wish I had something to paint.

No I don't.

Or maybe I do.

I'm a complicated person.

Night all.

np: moonjam - what can I do now?