i think i'm turning into a guy. and not a good guy. i'm eating fake chicken with barbeque sauce right now. and the past few days i've been moody as hell. maybe these things have nothing to do with each other. maybe i don't even think i'm really turning into a guy guy. i think i'm just concerned about my lack of kindness lately. but the fake chicken is good. could use some mashed potatoes...but we don't have any.

this morning i worked the load in of david copperfield. i was surpised they didn't make us sign any confidentiality forms for it. not that i saw much of the "magic".... a harley with fresh strips velcroed to it was about as exciting as it got. and a duck.
i'm also starting to think that anytime there is a call, it has to be horrible weather. when i left the house 20 minutes prior, it was beautiful out. then we open the door to bring the first truck in, and it's like a noreaster out there. maybe not a noreaster. i don't know quite what one is. more like lake effect snow weather. nasty. great for pushing around metal boxes.

have to go back at ten. should call alaska. stupid man. i hope he's nice to me.

mood: double blah music: the undertones-teenage kicks