Personal Digital Assistant – Thoughts from October 17 to 31, 2002

(Future note: I wrote all the following entries on my PDA (Personal Digital Assistant). I explained PDAs three Thoughts papers back, so look there if you’re confused. Again, I am leaving the entries as they were originally formatted to distinguish them from regular entries. I write most of my entries on my phone here in the future, but doing the same thing on the PDA took much more work. Enjoy my short, weird thoughts and several more future thoughts.)

10/17/02

I might not have had a job today, but I do. I’m waiting for Patti and typing on my PDA. It’s not really the easiest thing to do, but I’m getting used to doing it. It only took me an hour and a half to type these sentences.

10/23/02

The Sniper continues to kill. It’s random and stupid. Is it terrorists? Is it one guy? Is it a woman? How does someone do what he or she is doing? I’ve always said I couldn’t ever kill someone because there would be my life before I killed someone and my life after. It would change everything in my life and everything about me. (Future note: I only have a vague memory of the D. C. sniper attacks I am referring to in this entry. Just like 9/11, it was only something I saw on the news back when I used to watch the news. I was recently reminded that Dr. Ruth trained as a sniper. It should be noted that she trained to shoot, but killed no one. If she had, her life would probably be completely different. Instead of a sex therapist, she might have become an unlikely killing machine. The world is better off with a sex-talking Dr. Ruth than Ruth the Killer.)

10/28/02

Well, they found out it was a man and his 17-year-old son (stepson or something) who did the sniping. At least one shooting was done by the 17-year-old. The world’s a scary place. These events just prove that. I don’t know why, but I feel like giving up on everything. Why should I care about anything if it’s just not going to be there tomorrow? Don’t get me wrong, I still have dreams and I want to be rich someday, but I care more about myself and less about other people. I have no interest in saving the world. I can’t really save the entire world, so why try. There are too many people in the world (at least in my neighborhood). Why can’t we all just get along … without each other? (Future note: This entry is a great example of why I don’t watch the news anymore. My life would have been just fine not knowing anything about this event. It’s another example of how beliefs should never be valued over accepting reality. Religion strikes again.)

10/30/02

Tomorrow is Halloween. Every night when I pick up Patti, it’s dark now. Ever since the time changed, I’ve been picking up Patti at night. I used to pick her up in the late afternoon. The people who invented the time change are all dead now. I don’t know why we have to continue their old farming ways. From what I understand, we began the time changes because of the farming seasons. I don’t care if they’ve invented a new reason for the time change. It is a dead concept. They need to pick a time they’re going to keep throughout the year. This time change messes up my clocks, my schedule, and my sleep. Beyond that, I hate it! (Future note: I think the reader of my Thoughts papers should start a drinking game that is triggered when I mention how we should end the time change forever. I mention it just about every time we spring forward.)

10/31/02

Well, I think you know what today is. That’s right, it’s coupon day at Ralphs. But it’s also Halloween! The beginning of the day started off bad because I was told we couldn’t wear jeans as a costume. I got to work, and several people were wearing jeans as part of their costume. Luckily, I needed to make a run to Sam’s Club for a round sandwich – don’t ask. I went home really quick before going to Sam’s Club. This saved the rest of the day because I could enjoy the day from then on. Only one other person in my sorry unit at work wore a costume. I basically wore exactly what Patti wore – a Hawaiian shirt and jeans, but I added some extras to make it a legitimate costume. I was Vacation Man with a camera, map, Hawaiian leis, camera bag, and a Disneyland bag. I forgot about my dad’s old glasses. They would have been the perfect last touch to make the costume truly perfect. Near perfect was okay. I didn’t win any prizes. I could have won the quickest put together costume, but didn’t. We also didn’t win the scavenger hunt. But let’s face it, we didn’t have to do any work most of the day. Ah, working is good.