Last night playing Ghost Recon 2 my medic got stuck in a wall (bug) so I shot him in the head so he'd fall backwards, then patched him up. Problem solved.
This morning on my motorcycle I was following a large maple tree on a truck. At a stoplight I got the chance to hide in the foliage and touch the pretty leaves from the comfort of my bike. (Hard to sniff anything in the full face helmet though.)
Arrived at work and some gal is bitching that her stylist did her highlights wrong again.
My Walden Pond. July 22, 2008.