Sometimes ants live in there.

If you’re like me, you thought I couldn’t get any cooler. But then I go and win the Halo tournament sponsored by US Cellular and win a free copy of Halo Dos. So yes, I am amazing. And it didn’t hurt that, aside from Goathead, the competition sucked. For a while I felt bad, having beat out kids who are still in high school; but then I thought, hey, those fuckers have more time than me to practice. I work for a living, for the love of God!

That’s enough gloating.

Tomorrow my office will no longer be just my office. They need places to stick new afternoon secretaries, and since there’s an extra desk in here . . . This could cut into my doing nothing time. Or maybe not.

My parents are coming up after work and we’re going to some bar downtown that’s having free shots for people over fifty. Well, not really. We’re probably going to Village Inn.

This is cool.

Man . . . a couple days ago I realized that Goathead seeing John every week doesn’t mean that 1) John is coming down from Cedar Falls but that instead 2) John fucking lives in Ames. And then there was the feeling of retarded. But now I am past it and am ready to see John someday myself.

If you happen to be an Albian, and if you haven’t been to that seldomly-updated webpage I recently put up, then know this: I return Wednesday night and I have grown two extra arms. Be warned.