done with work for the week. safe and sound at home. smiling.

the afternoon was nice and laid back too. good times. first i had to run an errand and go check the prices of boxes at a place a few blocks away. my boss needs to send stuff. in boxes. so i walked over to “box brothers” (i bet they had a good time coming up with that one. creative masterminds. and i bet they’re not even brothers.) and wrote down various dimensions of boxes available and their prices. while i was doing this i thought to myself about how sad it would be to start a box-selling business. even if you included shipping in with the business, it just seems sad to me. can you make much money selling boxes for under 2 dollars and mailing things? i’ll have to ask when i go back to actually buy whatever boxes my boss decides he wants.

and the excitement wasn’t limited to the box brothers. on the way there, i heard in the distance some guy yelling. it was really really loud though so i figured it must be a bullhorn. as i got closer i saw it was a guy standing on the corner with microphone leading into a megaphone thing sitting on top of one of those cabinet things that has the circuits for the street lights and stuff. i was handed a small pamphlet as i neared that corner, and it said, “what will fill the void?” if i were to read further, it would have answered, in so many words, “god”, but i didn’t read. he was screaming loudly and fanatically enough to know i wasn’t interested. he yelled things like “how many people need to die of aids before you realize the lord says thou shall not fornicate” and “what’s it gonna take before you open your eyes” and “do you need to get cancer before you take a look at your life” and such nonsense. he was still yelling on my way back too, about “how many bottles of white out will it take to make the bible fit the lives we’re living” or something. he obviously disapproved of everyone on the streets today because he seemed pretty upset. i just sort of smiled and went my way. people like that make me really sad though. not only do they make christianity look bad for those who actually use it constructively, but they are just so devoted to something for no reason other than they want to be happy in the afterlife. it seems like such a joyless existence. does he go home at night and think, “i really did a good job for god today” and feel good about himself? i’ll never ever understand. that’s why i’m a heathen.

speaking of heathen… time to go to vegas yet?