Awesome Stickfigure Highfive.

Things are very eventful. A guy I know named Tommy Cook was recently taken into jail and bashed on the News, but I think the News just likes to talk.

Tom's a good if not odd guy. He was married once about ten years ago, but when his wife left him, he never thought to get back with anyone, and the complete lack of any womanly-pursuit coupled with his very soft-spoken and kind nature has led several people at the Military Compound my father works at to ask if he is, perhaps, gay.

It was one of those things we didn't really lend our minds to - he's a good family friend: my mother and I handled his pet-adoption for a dog named Cookie, he and I ate cake and discussed Timothy McVeigh's last meal, and he was actually the person who purchased my Desktop when his had broken and I was being told I wouldn't be attending college.

They put him on the News two days back saying he forcibly raped another Airman six months ago; Tom's not an imposing guy or anything, but here's the real kicker. The guy has a lot to gain if he screws Tom over and the guy was also completely plastered. The guy's wife had called Tom and asked him to take her husband out for a few drinks and barbecue saying it was his birthday.

Either they're trying to screw him out of his position, or the guy had sex with Tom and had buyer's remorse about all that Tequila. Tom isn't a rapist, and the fact that he's not behind bars, at least as of yet, is at least reassuring.

I'll finish my contract with Bud Lemmon today. Collin, another employee and I are going to be vaccuuming the Garage where we've been cutting tile, wipe down the walls and tiles once more, and move the furniture back into the kitchen. From there, I think everything's smooth sailing, and I go home with a little under $200 that I didn't have last week.

I think I'll be using some of it to pay postage, but then I'll be content to save it.

I flopped off a ladder yesterday, by the by, and my sheer no-care for the fact that the arm I'd landed on looks like it has a second tricep just goes to show you that friends are the best anaesthetic. I walked in the door and Nyabi dishes out this dynamite hello. And then Pyon comes out like the after-flash of a Camera to get a look at my facial expression. Thanks, you guys.

And Parsee. Parsee's rather awesome, too. You can thank him for today's Earthshaking Display of Stickfigure Comradery. It's saved me the trouble of showing you the cold pizza I had for breakfast - Breakfast of Champions my friends.

I'll be dishing out mail and hellos when I'm back from work.