Wednesday

So yesterday I woke up and was on my way out to work, when I spotted this on my porch:



I peer around corners, under rugs, in the couch (which we still need to do something with), but nobody's there watching it. No triplines attached to it, no weird explosives hidden in it. So, being the charitable person I am, I transport it to my room and give it a home.

Flash forward nine hours.

I'm out of work, I eat the last of Dan's Steak-ums (which is what he gets for eating all two pounds of my ground beef, asshole), and I'm on a venture to go get batteries. I'll be eco-friendly and get rechargeable ones, since this thing takes six. And I figure, best place to grab these would probably be out at Radio Shack. First, I wasn't thinking at all, because it's never smart to buy anything at Radio Shack. And I know this first hand. My choosing it was mainly because it'd provide a good, long bike ride. Second, rechargeable batteries are not cheap at all in the first place.

Batteries typically come in sets of four or eight. The Casio takes six. I'm looking, looking, looking, and I'm still sweating like crazy because I just rode about four miles in the 80 degree sunny weather we had last afternoon. Finally I find the-- $19.95??? For eight batteries? I look at the alkaline sets. Eight for $6.49. I'm sorry, but I'm a broke college kid. Once I get my credit card finally paid off and an extra couple hundred in the bank at all times, then I'll buy nothing but NiMH's for the rest of my life, or until they invent something better.

Now, whilst at the Shack (as the trendy people call it now), I had my bike parked out in front of the store. Literally right in front, so I could watch it through the window and make sure nobody was stealing it. For I am without a bike lock. This is a problem for me, as I use my bike as my main form of transportation, and if it were stolen I would definitely not be a happy camper.

So I decide from here to spend what money I have left on a bike lock. I ride all the way back from University Plaza to downtown Buffalo in search of a shop. I'm apparently as blind as Anne Frank, because I couldn't find a damn one. I did, however, find something much more cool. If you go to HSBC One:



there's a big brick clearing with a sculpture in the center. From here, you can chill and watch the big screen in Coca Cola Park( or is it field?). So I'll be hitting up some Bison's games there for free.

And that, in a nutshell, was my Wednesday.