I was in the bathroom here at the college library, and another guy comes in to use the urinal. As he's doing his business, he starts moaning. Not loudly or anything, but very clearly moaning under his breath. He sounded like a mummy in a 1950s horror movie. Or the mummy in The Monster Squad (which is my favorite movie that has a character named "Scary German Guy"). Then on his way out he started breathing like some sort of creepy hunchback like Igor or Quasimodo. Pretty weird.

I saw the movie "Thirteen" yesteday. It was pretty good. Not as depressing as I expected. I mentioned this to Danny and he said, "Yeah, you like your movies to be fucking depressing." Which is not true. I'm glad it wasn't as depressing as I expected. Don't get me wrong, though, it was depressing. But although the movie was left open-ended, I felt the ending left room for hope.

Job hunt started in earnest this week. I may become:
a) a janitor
b) a barista (i don't know what it is, but i applied!)
c) tech support
d) a fence installer
e) none of the above

Who knows. I continue to apply.

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