Death of Superman
Christoper Reeves pass away today. Truthly now it is the death of Superman.
Somehow when I heard the news this morning while driving to work I felt a string of life force in me snap and wither away. At the moment I am not sure which word most describe my mood, but for now I think that confuse will do.
On Sunday I sat alone the whole day doing cleaning and major reading of some X-men comics that David, with evil intend, left at the house. I pick it up thinking to skim thru it and get back to study; four hours later that I put it down. (Narrowing my eyes at David) I am not going to pick up a comic book up for while. Not because that I don't like the comic, but that it took so much damn time to read them. But overall, thank you David for the X-men comics.
The best time over the weekend was sitting with a friend for three hours doing parking for the LSU game. I had no intent to go to the game but was offer a free ticket from a co-worker. I know for life of me that I can't talk and keep up a conversation with a girl so I am most thankful that she is a talker, where once in awhile I slip in a comment or two. That three hours of parking I learn that I can't sweet or smooth talk to a girl to save my life. All I can do is sit and listen making a witty or cocky comments about what she is talking about. I wondering if there is a career for that; sitting there and listen, comments and smile about the conversation.