2 hot dog stories.

After my parents picked me up from the train station, we went to this small hamburger joint that we always go to that's kind of nearby. It's quite good - they make homemade coleslaw, cakes, and soups - and I had a hamburger and a bowl of chicken dumpling soup along with a diet pepsi. My father had a coney dog (a hotdog with a beanless chili-like sauce on top of it, with mustard and chopped onions), and when the gritty, short white waitress with a pale moustache and beard asked how everything was, he said the hotdog was great, and she was like, "That's because we deep fry them."

The next day me and my mom and my godmother ("Marge") were at a similar-type restaurant in downtown Detroit, and the waiter (this kind of fat, balding, hairy, brusque Indian or Arab guy) came up to the table, and before even asking anything, he just looked straight at my godmother's tits.

** Bar #32 - APPALLING **

Last night when I was at bar #32 (this decently new south-of-downtown bar with cheap drinks, and a mixed clienteles of businessmen, yuppies, and random Mexicans), I was seriously appalled...

When I got there my one professor friend was already having drinks with another friend of hers who I've met once, they were sitting next to 3 older men at the end of the bar who had been drinking heavily. Something was happening with one, and my professor friend started to escort him to the door, and he put his hand out to hold a stool, and the next thing you know he's passed out cold on the floor, laying on his back, and he can't get up.

So, the bar people called an ambulance, and woke up him up, and when he was saying he couldn't remember anything, the bar people were telling him to say that he had called in take-out and had just come to pick it up when he passed out.

911 came out and took him out on a stretcher, then, and only then did a barmaid come up to get my drink order, because she hadn't done that yet what with all the chaos.

When I ordered the $4.50 draft beer special, this Irish guy who had been drinking with the guy who passed out was like, "Sure, they'll charge you $4.50 if you want!" (because, as it turns out, their Thurs. special is all draft beers are $3.50).

He also said, "It's $2.50 if you fall down, and $1.50 if you can get back up!"

He also said he was a regular, and that the guy who drank heavily was a regular too, only he had been in the bar much earlier than usual and he had been drinking before that, too.

Dream: Water in my Apartment.

The night after I got home and before the morning where I took 3 shits in like 2 hours, I had this dream that I was in my bathroom and the bath was running water and the bathroom was full of water just above the level of the rim of the bathtub, so, since I was kneeling up to my waist in the water by the bathtub, I leaned over and shut off the faucet, and pulled out the plug to let the water go down.

Then, somehow, the door to the bathroom was opened like 6 inches, and I saw the water flowing out in to my apartment.

The next thing I knew, I was by the door to the bathroom looking out, and the water was drying up and being slightly absorbed by my doormat (which looked like my living room rug from IKEA) and there was small traces of water everywhere, and when I turned out into the living room, I looked back and the door to my apartment was open, and suddenly I knew it had been that way for a while, and I had the feeling that a small dark person-shaped entity had entered my apartment, and though I had the feeling it was evil and ill-intentioned, I somehow wasn't disturbed.

Nauseating coffee disposal.

After visiting my parents and relatives for a weekend, my stomach was all weird from eating a bunch of greasy restaurant food and junk food. First I couldn't shit, and then my stomach felt weird and I took like 2 shits in an hour of each other. Again, my 1st morning back, I had 3 shits in like 2 hours of each other, and afterwards when I went to dump my grounds in the toilet, after the 3rd shit, when I lifted up the lid, there was this turd floating in the toilet, because it was floating and hadn't been flushed down all the way. Just looking at it made me sick, but I tapped the coffee filter against the toilet rim and put the grounds in their anyway, then closed the lid real quick and flushed it.

The shit that day and the day before was pretty nauseating... It was kind of a light tan, almost orange, even, and had this firmily gooey consistency, where a ton got stuck to my ass and would wipe off on the toilet paper, but not all would wipe off.

Plus, it came out in little sections of about 2-3 inches long and pretty thin, so each time I took a shit, the bowl was filled with like 8-10 pieces of tiny little shit floating all together in different designs.

Internet at my house.

I'm thinking of getting internet at my house (I haven't had it there in 5 years as an anti-procrastination device). The local Borders closed near me, so I don't have a place that's open late that I can slip into to use wifi without paying.

Starbucks.

I have no qualms about visiting a Starbucks (as long as I take my thermos; I can't stand using paper cups).

I figure, they treat their employees right and give them health insurance, and never d-ck them around by keeping their hours just under half-time, so why not choose to support them?

My parents did not know...

...that for the past 5 or so years I've read Greek or Latin for 30min up to an hour-and-a-half over breakfast pretty much every weekday.

Wow, I've already been to a lot of bars.

I had my idea to visit every bar in the city on Feb. 27th, and by Tues. March 22nd I had already visited 25 bars. That works out to just over one per day! Maybe I do go out a lot (or out for a while when I do go out).