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It’s morning and I’m tired. I should have brought the iPod to work today as I am in dire need of some wake-up music. No matter, Jolt Cola will fix me. Any Jolt fans out there? That shit’s the shit.

I made Hamburger Helper Stronganoff last night and it was the cat’s meow. I could have consumed the entire box, but wanted to take some to work today. It’s in the fridge right now… calling my name.

I’m still without a computer. Acer says that they received it on the 4th, but are completed the repair. I’m curious as to how long it really takes to remove the current lid and attach a new one. Come on, Acer…I’m dying here. Have I gotten ‘frisky’ while my computer was in the shop? Of course. Do I own any pornagraphy to appease the ‘visual need’ that psychologist mention when talking about how a man’s sexual-brain works? Or course not. Thank god for the Shannon Elizabeth strip-scene in American Pie…

The other day, I was waiting to pull out onto Cedar St. when I had a completely surreal moment. Cedar St. is a five-lane road in the middle of Lansing. The speed limit in that area is 45 mph. In the lane closest to me, an old, beat-up Chevy Celebrity was traveling at no more than 15 or 20 mph. As the distance between my car and it lessened, I noticed that it was full of junk. It was the wagon model, so there was quite a bit; trash bags, clothing, newspapers, etc. Here’s where it gets weird… The driver of this barely-moving heap was a clown. An actual clown, complete with the painted face and big, red nose. She was female and had a ratty, blue wig on. Her attire was baggy and white with splashes of color here and there. She was smiling but appeared lifeless. She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. She just sat very still and smiled. It was as if she were frozen. It was like something out of a creepy movie. Time slowed down and I just stared.