I was waiting for the bus last night for an uncomfortable amount of time. I was hot, some crazy lady kept checking for the bus every five seconds and I was getting pissed. That’s when I performed one of my favorite moves. I saw a bus from another company come into the station and I sprung into action: I walked across the upper platform, went back down stairs, walked to the other stop, walked back up the stairs and caught the other bus –nirvana! I’m telling you, it’s the little things!

On my walk home, I noticed the basketball court was covered with leaves — it was very pretty. It’s my photo of the day today. I liked it because it was out of character. A basketball court should be filled with basketball players. I like fall.

I watched a show about snipers on the History channel last night. It was very interesting. I wonder if they have classes on welding? I always wanted to weld something. OK, I think I’ve run out of things to say already. But instead of cutting it short two days in a row, I’ve arranged for a guest “speaker” to entertain you. My friend Pam was kind enough to help me out today. Without further adieu, I present to you – Three Paragraphs with Pam:

“Although I was completely flattered that Bob asked to write a little something in his diary, I don’t think I will be any more amusing than he is. I decided I could use this opportunity to vent out on something that is bothering me. Here we go.

Monday night my younger sister Cynthia called me at work and told me something strange happened to her. She received a collect call at our house from someone who she thought was Jill (later she admits they could have said Milton). Jill is a friend of mine from work, so she thought it might have been an emergency and foolishly accepted the call. A woman was on the line laughing and told her to hold on. Someone started playing the song “Dancing in the Street“, followed by a ring as if she was being transferred to someone else. A guy then picks up and plays the hello game with her, you know, the one where you both keep saying hello until one person gives in and says “who is this?” well she quit, hung up on him and called me.