I'm not the best at HTML ... so this blog needs some work.

Yesterday after seeing The Italian Job Denise, Fletch, Mike and I went to Gourmet for some midnight food. I've never been there, and a bit turned off by the interior decided to go with something safe to eat. Ice Cream.

How can you mess up ice cream? By putting cardboard nuts on it. I got what I paid for, a $3.25 bowl of cardboard tasting ...

Ice Cream.


Anticipation is high at TFS for news of two events:

1. Our supervisor's being induced (in an hour actually...) so we are anxiously waiting the arrival of her first child.

2. Mr. Bank Robber. His drug money is probably gone by now, so Mr. Police Officer sits in the corner reading his newspaper and not paying any attention ... but hoping still to scare away the robber. *SURE*

Unfortunately, as my weeks at the bank multiply, so do the strange people that come in. Yesterday I had my first real cardboard nut-job, some lady came in announcing that she was manic-depressive, without a phone, in need of quarters, unable to get across this hell whole of a town (Parma?? What?) to visit her dying mother because she has no car and everyone is out to get her because they are all a bunch of crazy people and have no care in the world, what is the town coming to these days?? (She was a bit manic.)

News on the college front: my roommate isn't my roommate. She changed her mind about living on campus and "forgot" to tell XU that she wasn't coming. GREAT.