mcity

I tried a little something different on Saturday Night; I didn't look at the clock.

I was up late polishing off my copy of Splinter Cell. Yes, the first one. (PROTIP: It's a sneaking mission.) I knew it was late, because SNL had started, but I wasn't sure if it was past midnight. So I made sure not to look at a clock on the path to the Sandman's realm. The theory being that if I didn't know how little sleep I had gotten would help me stay awake in church on Sunday.

I don't know how well it worked. I neglected to get a control, and any results I might've gotten were corrupted by the flatulence of the girl in front of me.

Say, does anyone know if farting can be transmitted, like yawns? I mean, hypothetically.

After church, I went out into the sunshine (it burnsss usss!) and bought a cupcake. Scratch that, I bought two. I'm a big boy now and I can buy two cupcakes if I want to.* I had to leave them on the car's dash for a few minutes, and I had the brief, absurd thought that someone might try and steal 'em. Of course, you'd have to be crazy to rob someone of a dollar's worth of sugar-coated pastries.