She’s afraid to live in the dark
She knows who else hides there
She’s afraid to live in the light
She knows it’ll expose her
She dies in the grey

This morning I got up at pretty much the regular time. I found Crystal in the green room. She was hanging out with the dog, but seemed to be just sort of spaced out. I suppose at eight thirty in the morning “spaced out” is a pretty common state of mind. I sat and talked with her for a bit, she told me about a old boyfriend that things didn’t seem to work out. And she told me she was supposed to ask me about a mission trip. I told her I’d go. I’m down for whatever.

Later in the day I got an e-mail from Rolling Plain’s youth guy, and it had the details of the trip, I skimmed it and it read like I have to pay four hundred dollars to go on this trip. Four hundred dollars? To friggin’ Philadelphia? Pfff. I’ll talk to him and see what’s up, but four hundred dollars?

Ryan and me went to Quizno’s for lunch. I get the same thing as always. As often unpredictable and spontaneous and varied as I may be, for some reason it’s always the TBG on wheat. Then to Hollywood to see what they’ve got on the MVP list to see what to rent. Cube Zero and Troy. Then to my house to see if my gun barrel showed up in the mail and to get my charger for my Palm. I asked Crystal if she’d be up for watching a movie after work. She seemed game. Then we got Ryan’s dad’s check for him, and then back to work. Late in the shift, I went to the bathroom and discovered some pretty good looking girl standing near the back door on her cell. So I went back into the kitchen and demanded that Stanley goes directly to the bathroom. Now. And he went to the back door and saw the girl. Then the dishwasher, a guy named Jamie, was attracted to the back door’s window too. Jamie has the same skill at eyeballing females as a sharpshooter trying to shoot the ace out the middle of a playing card with a bazooka. I sent Ryan over there too. He looked out the window just in time to see her turn around and see three creepy kitchen people staring at her. I couldn’t have orchestrated that one bit better.

After work, Ryan and me got the White Castle (forgive me Father, for I have sinned). Back home, we watched Cube Zero (official Steve review: “Eh.”) with Crystal. She went to bed about a half hour before the movie was over, and I can’t really blame her. I wouldn’t go so far as to say the movie sucked, but it was sort of weak. The original apparently rocked. I’ll still check it out.

Tomorrow, I have a wedding. So it’s bed time.