I don’t know if its ingrained in my head from a previous lock, but I’ve lived at my current apartment for 10 or so months, and I still can’t turn the key the right way to unlock the door. In fact, you could probably hold a gun to my head, offer me a trillion dollar bill, and hold a gas can and a match near those things which I hold most dear (that being the Family Guy DVD, 4 Hartford Whalers jerseys and the June ’96 Penthouse…or was it July?), and I STILL wouldn’t be able to turn the key the right way. I don’t know what it is, but I never get it right.

Also, as I’m happily driving to work the other day, thinking about how I haven’t filled my gas tank since June 7th, and am just now going under half a tank, I notice the unthinkable. The gas station at the corner, both of them, which had been sitting on $1.65 a gallon for the better part of a week, jumps to $1.87. Wha? I figured at the very least, I’d see it creep toward the $1.70 mark one day, cut my losses and top it off then. Now I’m left to wonder if my streak of never paying more than $1.98 a gallon is in jeopardy. I shudder at the thought.

P.S…. The Texas Rangers are still your “first place Texas Rangers”