F*cking KURT? Of all abstract characterizations?
Man...
I'm hurt. Hurt like Kurt.

A man who lived near my work, a couple blocks away, was reported missing Monday night of last week. Saturday, when I got off work, there were police, ambulances, news vehicles and what-have-you blocking the road right outside of the parking lot.

I waited about five minutes, but no one appeared to be moving, so I backed up and went back into the parking lot to check the news on my phone. There was breaking news that a body had been found, and a picture of the road right beside my work.

Had to find a convoluted alternate route home, and was really creeped out and shaken up. At work today, they said that it's believed he'd been there, in that little overflow lot that I pass every single day on the way to work, where there seem always to be random vehicles, just on the other side of his truck.

So, I'd been driving past a dead body for days, completely oblivious.

They initially suspected foul play, which freaked me out and made me really not want to walk to my car when I got off of work...like, today...when I made a group of people walk with me...but now they're saying they don't think it was murder. Possible overdose or pre-existing medical condition suspected.

That poor man and his poor family. That's awful that none of the several hundred people who work with me, myself included, even noticed for days. And he was just a few blocks from his house.

I'm dying here hahaha KURT :laughing:

It's my first non-rainy/snowy/miserable day off in probably months. It's sunny, in the 80s (Fahrenheit) and I'm actually sweating.

Going to head to Walmart to pick up some quick food items to stock my fridge/pantry. Nothing too ambitious, because I never have time to cook. Then, I'm headed to the park with some friends to shoot some hoops. Maybe picking up some ice cream cones at a local business that's like Dairy Queen, but good. They have the best soft serve ever.

Tough, that's what I will call you from now on. Kurt. :finger:

Don't mind Kurt, he's just sensitive.

Little did they know, poor Sensitive Kurt was the object of torture in his gradeschool days. And sadly, the echoes of the other children's taunting limericks haunt him to this very day:

I am working in an architect's office currently. I overheard two of them talking about an "anomaly in the wall". All I could think of was that there was a ghost trapped in the cavity. Might draw that up in section for the laugh.

LOL

I used to draw little hidden things in title blocks and company logo's, etc... Until it killed the plotter.

Today is my last day as an undergrad university student. My life is moving forward (well, a little bit)