So, some things that happened and ideas occurred to me over these past three days which I was forced to not go to work because of an electrical fire a work that was apparently so bad that as of today they still only have the phones working.

- I relearned the lesson that during the day, before say, 6 pm, there are two things on TV worth watching. Jack and/or Shit.

- So why did my longest amount of time off in ages have to be during the coldest week of the year? Is it too much to ask my work that the next time they have a disaster at work so bad that if it keeps up much longer I might not have a job to go back to, that they schedule it during the summer, so I won't be afraid to go outside or to get some sun maybe? Dammit all.

- Number of shirts ironed? All of them.

- Went through my big pile of notebooks left over from college, and managed to reduce the pile of things that might be useful to someone, sometime, somewhere by about half. I kind of always imagined using my notes if I was ever a teacher or something, but I have to balance that against the fact that my being a teacher continues to stay something of a myth, and the fact that I barely attended lots and lots of my classes, so my notes are correspondingly sparse.

- Number of months I got deferred on my jury duty so I don't lose my temp job while sitting around a court room reading magazines and nodding off in the boonies of Queens. Two. Too few? Yeah, maybe I think so too, I don't know if I will ever be perm.

- How sweet was Point Break Live? Tons of sweet, thats how much. They picked the Johnny Utah out of the crowd, then had this girl in kneepads running around directing him and giving him cue cards to tell him his lines. During every robbery scene they had the Presidents come out and make us get on the ground while shooting guns over our head, the fake blood, fake surfing, fake storm, the fact that they turned Lori Petty from a lady who looks kind of like a little girl into an actual little girl, the fact that a dozen Neos and Agent Smiths showed up in costume, the fact that even though I was covered in a poncho I walked away with fake blood on me, the final endless climactic gun fight, and on and on, fucking hardcore awesome. Though, it might be a bit cooler (Mike and Carrie) if you had actually seen the damn movie.

- Number of days I got completely ready for work, showered, shaved, moisturized, breakfasted, shirted, shoesed, suited and tied before I thought to call the disaster recovery hotline and find out whether I actually have to go to work. All of them.