I don't understand sometimes why I even try. I know that I can't own nice things, I know this. Either I or someone else breaks them. It is especially disappointing when I end up breaking them, but at least I can indulge in a cycle of humbling self abuse. Anger is the only result from others breaking my stuff. One thing that has happened twice to my car really upset me: door dings. This afternoon I got something worse. Somebody backed into my car and broke out the left tail light of my Camry *grin* To be expected, they just left. Why should they care that it cost me $181 to replace it? I had been busting my ass to save money lately, now I just ask why do I even try? Between this and my root canal on Monday I'm cleaned out for a month or two. I was hoping to buy some nice presents for my best friend Minor... I'm still going to put something together, but it won't be as lavish as I had hoped. I was hoping to save up to attend a decent university for my PhD as well. ;(
Columbian CoffeeI was feeling a little sleepy (and I am bent on staying up all night to program like I was twelve), so I stepped out for a walk and a coffee. I can hear Oktoberfest in the distance. While I went last night, I must confess that I don't understand it. There was precious little German beer there. Very little German food. Mostly there were a lot of gluttonous American drunks using anything as an excuse to get smashed - together.
There is one tent set up as a
beir garten, it was the rowdiest. There were people standing on the tables. Singing? It didn't really sound like singing. They should start calling this festival
drunkenfest, it would be less insulting to the German people.
