I sit here, at work, knowing that somewhere out there is a UPS truck with my copy of Uncharted 3 on it. Sadly, the game I've been anticipating most this fall, is heading to my apartment and not my work like I thought I shipped it to. The UPS guy will walk up to my buzzer, ring my apartment and then discover that nobody is there. He well then proceed to get back in his truck with my game and I will have to find the time to go to UPS and pick it up myself. This makes me sad.

I am contemplating fleeing from work the moment someone else shows up, I am mostly done with what I needed to get done. Knowing my luck though, I will find out that the attempt to deliver was made while I was driving, just moments before I get home. Also some guy in his late 40s showed me his new tattoo of a flaming pentagram on his chest just like the guys in the TV show Supernatural. I have never seen that show so I have no clue what he was talking about but I'm been pretty much put off for the rest of this day.

I hate today.

I will survive though.

Also my lunch came from Subway with a nice cup to remind me how stupid I can be sometimes. Eat Fresh.