I am exhausted. I wasn’t exhausted an hour ago, but rock climbing tends to do that to you. It makes you aware of every muscle in your hands and arms. It doesn’t make you sore, except in the fingers a bit, it just makes you feel solid, in a manner of speaking. It’s a strange feeling, because your hands and fingers fix themselves in a single position after you’re finished, and it takes a tremendous amount of effort to move them. Typing, surprisingly, is not so bad, but I’m grateful that I don’t have a class immediately after that requires note-taking. I am grateful, also, that I even made it to the computer lab, as I was thinking the entire walk over here that I just wanted to lie down some more. But I can’t, and that’s why I’m here. I think I have some sort of aversion to sleeping in public. Go figure.

A week later, I’m writing also of my Halloween Ray Ban outlet experiences. It was a fun, albeit somewhat disappointing day. I was kind of surprised to find that nearly nobody at school dressed up. And since I have a sort of bandwagon instinct, I left the horse in the car. I also found that my rock climbing class was cancelled, even though I was already there for it, which means, due to my other class being cancelled, I wouldn’t have had to be at school until 14:00, instead of the usual 9:00. It is sad. However, I gladly wore my costume to work later on, which is always fun, and time always passes really quickly when you’re wearing a horse suit at work. Unfortunately, and rather surprisingly, I did not win the costume contest (again) which is really surprising, when you consider the winner was Spongebob, which basically amounted to a large cardboard box and a badly-drawn face. Foiled yet again by undersea life; that seems to be the way it goes. Anyway, we then decided to go out for dinner afterwords, and I became a dog for the remainder of the evening. Abe wore his tuxedo that he may or may not have mentioned, I’m not sure; he’s very proud of it and wears it almost daily now. Well, not really. But anyway, he was some sort of http://www.gooakley.com/ tuxedo’d guy, a secret agent perhaps, but with tails. He had two compared to my one. Our friend George (it’s an alias, don’t be fooled), didn’t have any tails at all, because she was, of course, a whore. Not one of your cheap contemperary whores, though; she was a 19th-century whore. Oddly enough, I didn’t feel out of place at all in my dog-ness, despite the lack of costumes in the restaurant we went to. It was a fun night, and it didn’t involve any sort of sex whatsoever.

Speaking of which, I wonder why the library has a bathroom with a condom dispenser? It just strikes me as odd that you’d be studying in the computer lab, but then you’d suddenly need to go get some, but you’re responsible enough to stop in the bathroom first and pick up some sort of wang-hat? Just wondering, is all, and I really wanted to use the phrase “wang-hat.”