CONTENTS: BLACK TRASH BAG = NEW WARDROBE WITHOUT WRAPPING PAPER OR RIBBON.

What do you do about someone who is contantly telling you who you are? Yeah, I don't know either.

I'm saturated with rain and contemplative boy-thoughts. Driving around while listening to moody music seems to really help so I've been doing that quite a bit over the past few days. Very therapeutic. Walking might be nicer, though. I should do that tomorrow sometime, maybe tomorrow night SO I CAN GET BEATEN AND ROBBED.

Which reminds me, Sara told me today that a customer complained about a guy in a towel running around in the alley behind the store. I immediately went to investigate, despite my qualms about what I might find. Fortunately it was raining enough to keep me from really investigating, thus fortunately there was no one.

It's been a long day.

My solution to all of this is reading my Bible, praying for a long time, and going to sleep. Nothing is more relaxing than sleeping after talking to God. Besides, I need to get some stuff off my chest before I go insane. I'll put the gun back in the drawer for now. Oh, how I love the drama!