So, when I rolled into town this morning at about 10:30, it appeared I was locked out of my house. So while I waited for my dad to call me or anyone for that matter (side note: does everyone use their cellphones as paperweights or what? I know it's unrealistic of me to expect people to answer it every time it rings, but after 5 different people, you get a little frustrated) I instinctively went to State St. to wait. I don't know why, but I've been away from Redlands for so long, that it was almost as though I had to tap back into my Redlands-ness.

I walked up and down State St., I browsed ComicQuest, I looked at the restaurants, I even went down to the mall. Therein lies the truly depressing bit of Redlandsness. Closed stores, really awful white trash "Chopper Gear" store, a scene kid store... Hot Dog on a Stick is still there, like some gaudy sentinel of bad health. You know, there are a lot of closed shops on State St. too. I don't really have a point to this, it was more a sentimental trip down memory lane that evoked no sentiment other than, "Damn, this is depressing."

I other news,I tripped while trail running yesterday, skinned my knee real bad. Remember how when you were a little kid and you'd get a scrape and your parents would blow on it to make it feel better? What a God-awful sadistic thing that is. I tried blowing on it right after I went down (dirty...) and it just lit up with the pain of a thousand needles. Honestly, who scrapes their knee after the age of five? What the hell?

posted by MAtt D. at 4:00 PM