I'm almost feeling like too much crap to write, and yet, I still feel like I should get it out while I'm alone. Perhaps because I don't have someone around to bounce vents off of, or maybe just because I occasionally enjoy talking to myself uninterrupted.

Today a homeless man became irate at work because I kicked him out for trying to scam me into using our bathroom to shower/do drugs/ whatever else homeless people do in our bathrooms. I don't think I want to know. The whole incedent was slightly disturbing, and thankfully Charles, who was on his lunch, (and Nathan, who decided to visit and come chat for awhile) both jumped up from their seats, ready to ward off the crazy man. It reminded me that I miss the days where I felt sorry for homeless people, and felt good about giving them money. In the past couple of years, I've experienced a complete change in mindset. What I once saw as poor, defenseless and unlucky, I now can't help but see as lazy, rude, and selfish.

Wow, my stomach really does hurt that bad.. I'll have to continue this rant later. :(