Ian's having a sleep therapy session tonight. He'll sleep while wires attached to his forehead and chest, and up his nose. It's hot, oh yeah.
I keep joking with him that he'll come back with a large stitched wound on his forehead with a dull look in his eyes. I shouldn't say shi like that in all honesty, well I shouldn't say it as long as I do. I tend to start believing my own bullshit.
Speaking of bullshit, what's with people not waiting for the proper crosswalk sign to illuminate. I stand at the corner and watch pedesterian after pedesterian cross against the light, and sometimes mere feet from the actual crosswalk. I'm going to be a hypocrite for a second that I do think that crossing against the light is okay during real shit weather and a seedy corner, but other times not so much. The length of time between lights is not that long so it just confirms, yet again, how impatient people are. But is that really news?
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