I have good news, and some more good news and some bad news. The first good news is that when both my parents were gone last week (my mother was in St. Cloud for Minnesota Annual Conference, and my dad was, and is until this Saturday, on business in Houston) and my brother and I were alone in our house for three and a half days, things went well. We saw an awesome baseball game at the Metrodome on Tuesday night, and the Twins beat the White Sox 9-2. (Though next time I talk to Andy, I'm going to have to break it to him that Joe Mauer is no longer my second favorite Twins player. The Canadian, Justin Morneau, is, how shall I say, FANTASTIC.) The rest of the week was pretty good. I bought the new Nine Inch Nails album, which is pretty good. Also, the disc is heat sensitive: when you take it out of the case it's blackish, and taking it out of a cd player when it's still warm, it's more tannish. This was extremely startling at first!

The other good news is that the good news lasted through most of the weekend and even Monday morning. On Sunday, I met a United Methodist bishop from (Sweden, but currently serving in) Russia. I also read this brilliant little story in the paper Monday about how this railway worker in Poland went into a coma in 1989 and he just woke up and thinks the world is 'so much prettier after communism'. Even my work, which was canvassing for U.S. PIRG's clean energy campaign in Minneapolis, went okay Friday and early Monday.

Aaaand the bad news. After the first two hours on Monday, work sucked. I didn't raise any money, and could hardly get anyone to stop and talk to me. We decided at the end of the day that it wasn't a good fit for me and I shouldn't stay with them. Which was okay. Kind of expected. However, I went outside to find my (dad's) car, and couldn't. It was drizzling off and on, and I wandered around for over an hour looking for it before calling my mom to come drive around and help me. She did, and we still couldn't find it. We ended up calling the local police, who confirmed that it had been towed. I guess I parked in a no parking 9-5 zone, even though I parked it not more than ten minutes before 9 and the whole no parking 9-5 zone was full at the time. My not paying enough attention cost my mom $138 to get it out of the impound. And there's a $34 parking ticket. I was supposed to leave work at 5. I didn't get the hell out of Minneapolis until almost 8:30. And I have to find another job now.

Uuuugggghhhh.