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instead of painting just the few areas that were left unpainted from yesterday, my father and i opted to do some other things instead and paint on another day when we had more things to paint. i went ahead and covered the rest of the floors in rosen paper, while my father was in the basement wiring the network and cable. i ran out of paper before i could cover all of the kitchen floor. however, i did cover enough to assemble the wooden tableset i'd purchased at the end of july.

this morning i was happy to see my unemployment check waiting for me below the mailslot on the foyer floor of my house. now i will have enough to make my mortgage payment! which reminds me: i have to find a new bank. fleet is slowly fleecing me with their "everything has a fee" policy. if i make my mortgage i have to pay the bank some sort of charge ($10? $15?) because i don't have the minimum amount in my checking account. it's kind of weirdly ironic in a bad sort of way, because the only reason why i wouldn't have more than the minimum is if i don't enough money, and fleet wants to take more money from me? it's some sort of vicious cycle. i know fleet is very convenient with atm's everywhere, but the $15/month fee (which comes out to $180/year) is total bullshit. i'm going to switch to a smaller bank with free checking. also tonight i had to withdraw my ameritrade (insert laughter) money market cash reserve so i can have some spending money. these are hard times, my friends. at least the new fall season is starting in a few weeks. new episodes of gilmore girls and alias.

sometime in the afternoon i rode the motorcycle to the bank to deposit my unemployment check. coming back home i once again had that feeling that i wanted to take the longer way back just to prolong the motorcycling sensation, so i went down concord avenue, passing my old high school. it was after school, and all the football players were out practicing on the field. guess what else is cool when you're unemployed? you find time to watch cheerleaders practice while most other guys are still at work! when i'm on the motorcycle i feel like it's a license for me to be bad, because most people expect nothing less than the stereotypical bad biker. i'm always happy to oblige, so of course i took a long gaze as i slowly passed the formation of scantily clad young girls assembled on the playing field. sitting back, i made the rest of the way home in a leisurely fashion.