Until I fall asleep...

* I'm listening to Sarah McLachlan's Fumbling Towards Ecstasy. A fantastic album, but it's bothered me that she chose to spell "toward" with the "s." I guess they do things differently in Canada.
* I drove into Princeton for an errand and a stop-off at Small World to finish a book I'd been reading. After parking the car, I walked off toward the direction of the bank. There was a man standing outside a liquor store smoking a cigarette, dressed in a shabby-looking suit coat. He may or may not have been homeless. He said "Hello," and I said "Hi," back. He didn't ask for money, as I suspected he would. As I'm not especially fond of random strangers saying "Hello," for no reason, I thought about walking a different way when i passed back, and I'm not sure whether I should feel bad or guilty about this. I guess I probably should. I've felt guilty about less. He wasn't there at any rate when I walked back.
* A few parking spots down from the coffeeshop stood a bright yellow Lamborghini convertible, parallel parked with precision along Witherspoon Street. Across the street, there was a Mercedes convertible, overshadowed in status by this Lamborghini. I wondered what kind of person it was who drove such a car...a bright, yellow rare Italian car. What did he do for a living? What makes him tick? Why the hell would he parallel park a car that costs more than a good condo on such a busy street. That thing belongs in the garages. I've determined that I do not want a bright yellow Lamborghini.
* Sometimes I just can't drive fast enough. I just want to press that damn peddle down and watch the scenery fly by. I never do. I'm the type of person who stops at stop signs in the middle of nowhere at 2 am in the morning. I cannot reconcile the two tendencies.
* I've just finished reading "Then We Came to the End." It's about an advertising agency that is going through huge layoffs during the dot-com bust. I recommend it. The book, not the lay offs.
* And this is a hypothetical...let's say there is a God, and let's say God loves everyone. How about atheists? Then, God could partake in the lament typical of every cheesy 80s teen movie: "I'm in love with someone who doesn't even know I exist."