Also, I found out Eric Zagorda doesn't have much time left. I knew him freshman year, and then he found out he had leukemia so he disappeared for three years. Tonight, Jay tells me that a bunch of people are going to visit him on Saturday "while there's still time." The drugs used during his chemotherapy apparently messed up his brain and cost him his cognition or something. So sorry, so sad.

I noticed you threw 'stocky' in there.

Huh, I thought I updated this yesterday. Interesting...

Anyway, last night at The Q was pretty miserable. The A/C broke down a few days ago, which anywhere else might not be too bad. But when you work in a windowless restaurant with a single fan standing next to a giant toaster oven, it gets a little warm. And by a little warm, I mean very hot. There was a thermometer that said 82 at one point. At the end of the night, I had to wash the dishes with hot water. I almost fainted twice. Not even joking. On the plus side, I made nine bucks in tips. So that's something.

I went back to Stop and Shop today to take advantage of the last of their Labor Day sale. I saw two people wearing white. Tsk tsk. I also saw my cousin walking across the street. She lives a few blocks over from us. I yelled and waved, but I don't think she recognized me without hair. Oh well, it's always fun to freak out people.

I don't have to work today, so instead I did laundry, got groceries and am currently cleaning my room. Call me Mr. Productive. Actually, don't, cause that's a dumb name.

HOT GIRL UPDATE:

The people who moved in upstairs put their names on the mailbox for the mailman this morning. Living with Gil are Todd, Laura, Vanessa and Margo. So we have three very real candidates for Hot Girl. I'm an optimistic person, though, and I know hot girls, like lionesses, move in packs. Where there's one, there's three. Odds are good at least one is single.

Maddog is known for his action, not his accuracy.

HOT GIRL UPDATE:

I don't think I've mentioned the Hot Girl yet. Yesterday, on my way to work, I saw a hot girl going down the stairs of my building. She was leaving the third floor apartment, heading down with a man, who I presume is her father. Their arms were empty. I grabbed my bike from its spot and went to the curb, where I noticed the Hot Girl again, only this time she and her father were carrying stuff into the building. Very clearly moving in, right? I immediately sent Jay a text, calling dibs.

Later, chatting with Ken, I mentioned the Hot Girl, and he claimed that the people upstairs hadn't moved out yet, and the girl I saw was the girl who lived there all year. I maintained that I had seem the old girl before, and I didn't recognize the Hot Girl, ergo, not the same person. Discussion ensued.

Tonight, while taking out the trash, some guy I didn't know was coming in the building. I introduced myself, and found out his name is Gil, and he just moved into the third apartment with three other people. Now, this is where it gets dicey. One of three things is going on: One, Hot Girl lives with Gil and some other guys. Not unheard of; in fact, the people who had the apartment last year were three guys and a girl. Two, Hot Girl is Gil's (or another of the roommates') live-in girlfriend. Certainly the Occam's Razor solution. Finally, the third option is that I was wrong and Hot Girl was moving out and no girls, hot or otherwise, live upstairs. Clearly, I don't think it's the third option. Further investigation is warranted.

I'm Tom Jane...

Oh man, worst grilling ever.

Adam bought some delicious looking steaks to grill up for everyone for the holiday. Marinated, choice cuts, real good stuff. We grill them up and they look gorgeous. I mean, I'm excited to eat them. Unfortunately, we still have to cook the corn first. So we take the steaks off and throw on the corn. I suggest to Adam, "Hey, why don't you go upstairs and throw those steaks in the oven on its lowest setting. Keep them warm."

"Sure thing," he says. "No problem," he says.

About ten minutes later, we're all standing around outside, chatting. I think to myself, "I should go check on the steaks, make sure the kitchen hasn't burned down or something." I go upstairs, and immediately my spider-sense starts tingling. Turns out, Adam set the oven on the lowest BROIL setting. Disaster.

Long story short, we just ordered some pizza.

OK, posting for reals.

Got back to Boston at 1030. Read comics until The Q. Worked an extra hour to cover someone else's break, but it was so busy he never got a chance to take his break. So when I left, he went on his break and the manager had to work. He was in a bad mood by then. Also, I'm not very good yet. That probably didn't help his mood.

This weekend was pretty good. I saw Dani for a few hours, which was nice. We watched Son of Rambow. It's a British film about a Mormon kid who accidentally sees Rambo and goes crazynuts about it. He and his only friend make a new film about Rambo's son. I thought it was supposed to be a comedy, but it wasn't so much. It was cute, but in a unnerving sort of way. I recommend it, but only barely.

Rachel, Jesse, Bobby and I went bowling Saturday night. Sort of fun. I got into a rhythm of using two very specific balls every time, but one of them was cracked and cut my thumb a little bit each time, but I didn't want to change balls cause then they wouldn't be the same. Made sense at the time.

Does anyone else do that? I put my dollars in my wallet so they're all facing forward, right side up. When a deck of cards has a picture on the backs, I rotate them all so they're facing the same way. Is that weird? I like it when things are the same.

Pepsi has re-released their Lemon Pepsi. Only now it's called NFL Kick-off Pepsi, with a Kick of Lemon. Delicious.

On the down side, Jay went to Qdoba for dinner, but I had already had Quiznos. Only just now did I remember that tomorrow is Labor Day, which means the end of their Double Points Summer. I'm hoping that tomorrow is included in that, cause the more points the better. Jay and I are getting an early lunch / late breakfast there. I think I'll just buy two burritos. If you don't know what the Qdoba Points thing is, you don't eat there enough.

Hey, guess how many notes there are in this song!

Back in Boston. We rocked and we rolled. We played Water Pong. Rachel bowled a turkey. Watched "Son of Rambow." It was fun. Really tired right now.

That is all.