Today was a 16 hour zone
out. I was not in the mood to listen at
all. In fact, my notes on spirituality
were mostly doodles consisting of cubes, me hanging myself from being so bored,
or pictures of anvils dropping on the people who asked questions just to hear
their own voice.
I was really on edge today,
probably from lack of sleep, and I enforced that fact when I blew up at
Webster. He kept running his mouth for a
full 20 minutes about checkers and just refused to shut up despite my mind rays
telling him otherwise. So I took the
direct approach instead and told him to go be a nice boy and sit down
(obviously said in harsher words and in my high pitched mad voice that no one
can take seriously).
Since I have been
relatively quiet all week this came as a surprise to everyone, and even with
the high pitched mad voice, my point still got across because silence overcame
the room. However, it didn’t reach our
little Dominican friend because he had the gall to yell back at me saying I
should mind my own business. Well, it is
my business when you drone on and on about something as petty as a lost
checkers game so loudly I can’t hear myself think anymore. Ugh, the little dink will probably have his
posse out to get me when we get out of here.
Anyhoo, I had the age old lesson
of not judging a book by its cover reinforced today. Senor Poopy Pants isn’t all that he appears
to be. He just has had an unfortunate
past, but he is trying to make things right.
I’ll tell you that this guy has the driest sense of humor I have ever
heard, so much so, that I can’t tell if he is kidding half the time.
If I can get through tomorrow
fast enough I think I’ll be good to go.
I thought I was going to lose weight while I was here, but it doesn’t
appear that I have achieved that feat.
Then again, how would I know when I see myself everyday. Outside comments will tell if I have or
not.
Excuse me while I go rip Webster’s
ears off and shove them up his ass so he can hear what he sounds like when he
speaks.
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