I saw the Tenacious D movie. Aside from Marq there were only eight other people in the place. It’s a shame. I saw Borat last weekend and it had a much bigger crowd.

I guess the fact that I didn’t even know about the D’s movie two weeks ago could signify a lacklustre hype buildup. More likely it’s just a sign of how out of touch I am now, though.

Also I shaved today. Man that is much more tedious than it works. Maybe as someone who shaves less than once a month these days, I shouldn’t complain about it, but until I have an adamantium razor that runs on magic, I’m probably not going to stop complaining.

Let’s see… I used to think the nighttime security lady was nicer than the daytime security lady, but lately it seems they’re both ornery old women who take their jobs too seriously. But then I still don’t understand why a newspaper printing plant needs twenty-four hour watchmen, a multitude of security cameras, required sign-in for anyone entering the building and passcards that you can’t get in or even out of the building without. And also you need those cards to get from different parts of the building. I admit right now, if I ever find spies from rival paper The Daily News who are curious to know what’s going on in there, I’ll be happy to tell them: We’re printing a freaking paper.

I still loathe my job, by the way.

Sandwiches that I buy at corner stores never turn out to be good, but I stil keep buying them. Why is that?

Anyway, I slept through Monday. From the time I got home from work, until I had to go to work again, I slept. That sucked. But now I’ve woken up pretty early today. Let’s see what I can accomplish with that.

It’s here. Tonight is my favorite holiday of the year. But instead of participating in it at all, I have about a half an hour before I leave for work. This depresses me, but it depresses me any night I go to work. So no surprise.

Your Homework.

Here’s a list of words related to Halloween:

• Ghost.
• Black.
• Corpse.
• Skeleton.
• Scary.
• Dead.
• Darkness.
• Monster.
• Goblin.
• Candy.

Please take some and use other words to join them together into sentences.

Example: The Ghost Monster took the Black Candy from the Corpse under cover of Darkness.

You wil be graded on neatness and depravity.

Apparently my roommate Marq came home last night and stumbled across a man hiding in our living room who had been in the process of stealing us. I guess the guy then left and the controls for our PS2 are missing, though the PS2 itself is still here, but unplugged. Of course, with Marq being the lazy introvert he is he isn’t willing to go to the super about this, let alone any law enforcement. The dozens of security cameras in our building, had they cognitive abilities, would weep for their very purpose being ignored. I guess that guy is just lucky that Marq caught him instead of Marq’s angry-at-the-world-roommate-with-a-superhero-fixation.

Though he was an idiot to go about unhooking the Playstation with all my DVDs Right There. But I guess that’s a good thing for me.

In other news, I had a dream last night involving quitting my job. I mean, it wasn’t the same job I had in the real world exactly, but I guess quitting is not a bad thing by any means. But then my dreams have been mostly insanse lately and my sleep fitful. Probably not a good thing.

Haiku!

Go go Mario!
Go all the way to world eight!
Beat the whole damn game!

Also, I’ve gone spendcrazy again. Lacking anything that actually makes me want to go about living, I just keep throwing money at books/DVDs/comics/toys/food or things that don’t really help my soul, but keep myself watching. Sure I may end up poor, but at least I’ll have posessions. It was about this time last year when last I went truly spendcrazy, I believe.

A few weeks back, as I reckon time, I thought up something while I was at work and I had nobody to share it with at the time. Yesterday I remembered it and must now record it here so it not be forgotton once more, as it sums up so much: Masturbating to a Spice Girls video would be more life-affirming than any time I spend at that job.

I haven’t really wanted to bring it up on here before, but I like to donate plasma on a weekly basis. I can recall a conversation with Kip over a year ago when I referred to making that donation as the only thing I look forward too in a week. Given that I have only become more depressed since then it is sad that yesterday I was told my iron count was one point too low and because of it I have to wait 56 days until I can donate again. I now have almost two months without the one thing I look forward to in any given week. Isn’t that just great.

Last night at work a co-worker said to me something to the effect of “Man, you look like you just saw your mother being gangbanged by, like, fifty guys while a bunch of people were hacking up babies and everybody was yelling ‘It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault'”. My reply was “No, I’m just here again”.

And finally, to quote Tim from the Office (and probably whoever he was quoting), “It’s better to be at the bottom of a ladder you want to climb than halfway up one you don’t.” I just need to get to a ladder I want to climb.

In any case, I don’t think I’m long for my current profession.