Yesterday my new massage therapist (I'll go to her from now on) did a good job and I explored the nice big library in Eugene (Actually..I didn't really explore it, I just sat down in a chair on the 2nd floor and read)
The "jesus" guy also happened to get on the bus I riding when going into Eugene. I was like "OH SHIT! Please don't let him recognize me." I felt sort of bad turning my head so he couldn't see me, but I don't want him latching onto me as a "friend" (He already thought I was one of the "angels") Poor Guy.
This morning at 5:56 am, I heard a loud gunshot in my neighborhood. I went downstairs and woke Tracy and Hans to ask them what I should do. Hans said he had heard the shot as well, so I decided to report it to the police. I think that is the only time I have ever called 911. Actually, I take that back..there was this one time when I first moved out to Seattle and was with Rob that this guy (obviously hopped up on Pcp or something) came running down the sidewalk by our apartment at break-neck speed, only to crash himself headfirst into a parked car. He was sort of knocked out a little, so I called 911. Then I watched the medics chase him down the street and it took like 6 people to get him strapped onto a gurney. Crazy! So, this morning I saw the cops drive down my street, talk briefly to a man and his dog (He must have reported the gunshots, too) and then drive around a bit. Then they left. That gunshot will probably remain a mystery forever cuz I'm sure they couldn't locate it's source. That sort of freaks me out. Well, I'm off to eat something and maybe watch a movie I rented from the library. I rented Citizen Kane because it's been ages since I've watched it.
