There was always something going on yesterday, usually something bad. Tough day. I took the edge off after work by going to the record store. They were playing a Foo Fighters CD, I stayed in the store and listened to the whole thing.

Yesterday morning I was getting ready for work and I noticed that there was some hair growing over my ears, so I made a little adjustment with the old scissors, perfect. Then I noticed that my sideburns were getting a little crazy. So, I took the scissors to the sideburns -- I messed them up, I cut too much, now I think I need a haircut just to make things somewhat normal. Take a look:

Oops!

May not seem like much to you, I'm sure they'll grow back but for right now, I feel like a dork.

I ran into the girl on the bus shortly after I screwed up my hair (see 1/14/04 diary) and we exchanged pleasantries. She seems like good people. But I still find the bus a hard place to have a conversation. People are in the zone, gearing up for work, not really a great time to break into the old, 'hey, where are you from?' line. I think this is the last time I'll write about running into this woman, I feel like a borderline stalker writing without her knowledge. Whatever happens, happens. Such is life, KAKA*.

I had something strange happen to me yesterday also. I was on my bed looking up and I saw the likeness of an "evil" Richard Nixon on the dirt and grime of my ceiling lamp. I know, I know, "Richard Nixon was evil" Blah Blah Blah -- save that commie crap for the upcoming election. Anyway, checkout the lamp:

Do you see Richard Nixon

in my ceiling lamp?
Call me crazy but I see a likeness.

That's all I have today.

Stay beautiful,

Bob

*KAKA is Swahili, it means Brother.