One person's trash...

is another person's trash, too.

There is an art gallery next door to my house, and as I walked past last evening, I noticed an old aluminum trash can filled with trash just inside its entrance. I couldn't decide whether it was an art display, or just actual trash. I may have to inquire, because I have quite a bit of trash at home, too. Maybe they can come over and appraise it.

Also, I was thinking about green traffic lights this morning on my way to work. I guess they organize what would otherwise be chaos. However, what about if I don't want to go when I get the light? Who's gonna make me? Is some traffic angel gonna come down and smite me for not driving when it tells me to? I think at the next green light, I'll decide not to play around with traffic and just sit there and see what happens. That's thinking outside the box. (Or thinking inside a crumpled car after you get hit by someone.)

I hear it's going to rain all weekend...I also intend on going into the office to hit up some overtime. Good times.