Bittersweet

So the good news tonight is that my class was cancelled. The bad news was that I drove 45 minutes to get there only to find a bunch of people from my class walking out telling me it was cancelled. I wasn't entirely sure that these people were actually in my class since I sit in the back and all I ever see are the backs of their heads. So I ducked into the bathroom of the building so that they didn't think I was going back to the classroom to see for myself. I came out, went up the steps and was met by some other guy and he told me that it was cancelled. I think his jaw hit the ground when I said, "Well fuck it then. I'm going to the mall." We walked out together and we talked about the paper that we have to write. Then he started going off on this tangent about how he saw some study about how men who aren't circumcized are more likely to get HIV.

Alrighty then...I'll just chalk that up to information that I can use if ever faced with an uncircumcized penis.

The mall was a bust...the Tower Records seems to have disappeared. I talked to Paul on my cell to tell him in my best (worst) fake Jersey accent that "my claayus was foughKin' cayncelled." (that's the best I can do with the phoenetics, kids...I hope you get the point). While I drove around looking for Tower, it suddenly it hit me that my company supplied the roof for a lot of the buildings around there that I hadn't seen before. I never really get to see what these things look like or what the area is like. I'm like, "That's MY Acme! That's MY Bahama Breeze."

I don't know what is more pathetic, the fact that I was actually pissed that my class was cancelled (I should be celebrating...it's long and boring) or that my first thought was "Damn! I could have vacuumed tonight!"

What the hell is wrong with me?