Today Is Tuesday, Right? I Get All Mixed Up.

I saw something today that disturbed me a lot. I was driving home from work this morning, and the guy in front of me ran over a squirrel. I saw it running out, the guy did sort of a half-ass brake pump, and then BAM. The poor little thing flew up in the air and landed with a sickening little bounce on the ground in the middle of the road. It really bothered me to see something like that, as I've never seen an animal actually get hit by a car before. Hell, I've never hit a live animal myself. I'm glad, too, because I know I'd feel really bad about it.

On a happier note, I went out today to get a suit for my mom's wedding, which is coming up here in a few weeks. It's the first real suit I've ever owned; it's going to be tailored and everything. I tried it all on, and I must admit, I was pleased with the way I looked in it. For a guy who spends pretty much every waking hour in a t-shirt and jeans, this is a pretty big step. It's not that I don't like wearing stuff like that--it feels good to look nice--I just never have the chance. I mean, my work uniform consists of black pants, a red t-shirt, and a black ball cap with GIANT EAGLE stamped across the front, and my personal wardrobe is made up of four or five t-shirts, a couple pairs of jeans, and some hockey jerseys. I have a few nice shirts and ties, too, but I don't throw those on to go out with the guys. Also, I'm rolling gutterballs in the dating alley, so it's not like I have to get dolled up to impress any ladies. At any rate, I now have something I can wear to special events and not look like a kid, so that's pretty cool I guess. Plus, the guy who was helping me at the store taught me that there was more than one way to tie a tie, and set me up with a nice silk handkerchief for my breast pocket. This is totally official, my friends.

Well, it's my night off, so I'm gonna go practice my stickhandling and puck control for a while and watch some movies. I haven't seen Shaun Of The Dead in a long time.