

What I plan on doing with my extra weekend time.
What I plan on doing with my extra weekend time.
Wednesday: Pencil javelin throw.
Projected winner: Legal team. They’re gonna be really busy with all of these blindness lawsuits.
I only wish the "Mexican" "food" in Lex looked so good.
Julia and I met up after work last night to hang out and go to dinner. Sweet, right?
Well, she gets off of work like an hour and a half later than me (I start an hour and a half earlier; it's not like I'm a lazy bum), so I had some time to kill. Weird. Again, I had nothing to do.
Is anyone else starting to see a pattern?
I decide to walk to the White House, and since I'm ON Pennsylvania Ave, one would have thought that there would be no way I could get lost. Remember, folks: This is ME we're talking about.
The getting lost wasn't particularly memorable, other than the part where I ALMOST DIED.
I was on my phone, talking about something dumb, probably, while standing on a street corner with a katrillion tourists. Including a very confusing 8-year-old girl dressed head-to-toe in camo. I didn't even know that was possible. Anyways, the light was red, and the walk signal was that weird red hand thing, so I just kept standing and talking and trying not to stare at the baby Rambo right next to me.
I notice the light change, so I start walking across the street, still talking, and all these cars are turning right in front of me. I'm getting pissed, I mean HELLO?? Pedestrians' rights??
And then I look up to yell at the guy who was THIS CLOSE to me, and I realize that the light may have changed, but the walk signal didn't.
Whoops. The good news is that I didn't actually die. Phew!