(I didn't see what the new task was until I got back from a poetry slam in Nebraska, and then another one here in Minneapolis, at close to 11pm. Even though I did manage to not go to work or school, the completion was not one that was active, or documented.)

9:01 am. Still in bed. Finally past the one-eye-open part of the morning. Have checked all my websites and done my little ditty on the unemployment website. I am wearing the t-shirt I wore yesterday to the poetry slam, my favorite t-shirt. It is time to get up.



11:13 am. Got out of bed. Got back into bed. Really really time to get up.





11:30 am. K text messages me, if I want food, she's making beans and rice and such. I get out the door.





11:45 am. Canada has no gas, I'm worried he won't make it to the gas station. Luckily, I do, and it ends up being the lowest priced gas I see all day. I notice that my car's battery gauge is ticking with the turn signal. Maybe not a good thing.





11:58 am. Arrive at K's. Think about startling the mailman, who was here on their porch before I snapped the shot.



12:01 pm-3:30 pm. Hang out with K, upload 109 photographs from the regional poetry slam over the weekend. Do not take a phone call from my former boss.



3:45 pm. K's step father brings a squirrel in a humane trap from the attic where it crawled in. He drives off to set it free in a park. I go leave's K's.



4:00 pm. Stop off at the grocery store on the way home. Broccoli, avocado, crimini mushrooms, soymilk, pasta...



6:30 pm. Sit down in anticipation of the season premiere of Heroes, with roomies and Ward.



9:45 pm. One roomie, Ward, and I go to karaoke. Weirdness ensues.





A woman who looks like Karen Carpenter (and is incredibly drunk) is dancing madly to all of the songs being sung, invades the personal space of the people on stage and at other tables. And then suddenly, a man who looks and talks like Rodney Dangerfield takes the stage to sing "New York, New York". Later, Karen Carpenter's date takes the stage and does what seems like Bobcat Goldthwait covering Johnny Cash's "Boy Named Sue". The weirdness is overwhelming, and eventually we go to our respective homes.




SO.
I didn't work at all, or go to school, Sunday or Monday, but I made sure to document Monday. Now I should call back my former boss.