Well, I didn't run out of gas on the side of the road this morning, so that was nice. I made it to the gas station at Bee Creek Road just in time. Then I put gas in my car at a whopping $2.75 a gallon. Holy crap!
I think I've mentioned my horror at the gas prices before, but let me just say that, at least in Branson, it's getting out of control. Last week I was at the Rapid Robert's on bus. 65 and someone drove off without paying. (Idiot. They're going to catch him.) There's a certain feeling when I go to the gas station now- it's like a storm cloud hovers over the place. Everyone's all depressed and they have these blank faces like it's Night of the Living Dead or something. If they're all thinking what I'm thinking, they're imagining getting rid of their SUV and replacing it with a Honda Civic Hybrid. (I really want one of those. The Beast needs so much gas that I'm considering renaming her "Audrey II.")
Today at work a woman called looking for A Seperate Peace and informed me that it was spelled P-E-A-C-E. Thanks. I've worked at a bookstore for a year, a library for two and a half years before that, and I've been able to read since I was five years old. I think I know what the name of the book is. Also, a woman asked me "Are you having trouble understanding me?" when my answer to her question was not to her satisfaction, and a man implied that I didn't know how to count change. Other than that, though, it was a lovely day. I read part of Dry by Augusten Burroughs, which I have read before. He is a very funny, sarcastic man. He presents his horrifying life in a matter-of-fact way. He somehow makes it funny that he's an alcoholic.
I finally got Don't Eat this Book by Morgan Spurlock from the library, coincidentally right after Danielle and I went to McAllister's for our weekly fat-fest. I will feel guilty later.
Okay, folks. I just realized that I've mostly been typing crap here, so I'm going to stop. Obviously, nothing of real importance has happened today, or I would have more to report. Here's hoping that tomorrow will be a day of fun-filled day of excitement! I think I'll go to the Rent website. Obsessingly yours,
Brianne <><
I think I've mentioned my horror at the gas prices before, but let me just say that, at least in Branson, it's getting out of control. Last week I was at the Rapid Robert's on bus. 65 and someone drove off without paying. (Idiot. They're going to catch him.) There's a certain feeling when I go to the gas station now- it's like a storm cloud hovers over the place. Everyone's all depressed and they have these blank faces like it's Night of the Living Dead or something. If they're all thinking what I'm thinking, they're imagining getting rid of their SUV and replacing it with a Honda Civic Hybrid. (I really want one of those. The Beast needs so much gas that I'm considering renaming her "Audrey II.")
Today at work a woman called looking for A Seperate Peace and informed me that it was spelled P-E-A-C-E. Thanks. I've worked at a bookstore for a year, a library for two and a half years before that, and I've been able to read since I was five years old. I think I know what the name of the book is. Also, a woman asked me "Are you having trouble understanding me?" when my answer to her question was not to her satisfaction, and a man implied that I didn't know how to count change. Other than that, though, it was a lovely day. I read part of Dry by Augusten Burroughs, which I have read before. He is a very funny, sarcastic man. He presents his horrifying life in a matter-of-fact way. He somehow makes it funny that he's an alcoholic.
I finally got Don't Eat this Book by Morgan Spurlock from the library, coincidentally right after Danielle and I went to McAllister's for our weekly fat-fest. I will feel guilty later.
Okay, folks. I just realized that I've mostly been typing crap here, so I'm going to stop. Obviously, nothing of real importance has happened today, or I would have more to report. Here's hoping that tomorrow will be a day of fun-filled day of excitement! I think I'll go to the Rent website. Obsessingly yours,
Brianne <><
posted by Brianne @ 7:08 PM
1 Comments:
At 3:58 PM,
J. M. Richards said…
Yeah, gas is $3.20 here. I have to go fill up tonight. Joy. We'll talk later. :)
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