An old diary entry I found

Dear Diary,

I just called in sick to work and I feel better already.
I've had a one track mind lately and I realize I need to start thinking outside of my box.
My favorite game of charades was when I got to act out the book Ulysses.

I found this in a word document. It's the only diary I've ever kept. I got one when I was little but don't think I ever filled it and if I did write anything I think I just plagiarised from Jan or Marcia Brady.

I've got to come clean and admit that I haven't read James Joyce's Ulysses. So I wouldn't really be able to act it out in a game of charades. However, I just found out that I can read it at botheration.org, one page everyday and there's also a discussion/blurb page if I'm feeling social! I'm only 35 pages behind the rest of the bunch that would read Ulysses online. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to drink coffee at the Hungarian pastry shop tonight at 10:30pm.

On my way home from The Hungarian, I decided to cross to the other side of the street because there's a section on my block that is crawling with rats. Thinking I was in the clear, I passed a row of garbage cans and looked at just the right time to see a big, dark, hairy rat not so much rummaging through a full can of trash but skimming the top. I really can't stomach them and I'm getting sick just writing about it. After flipping my lid I remembered a technique I saw this woman use to protect herself from such vermin. I was behind her and one popped out onto the sidewalk. She stopped dead in her tracks and began to clap. The rat scurried off. I thought, good to know, rats don't like applause and adoration. We have something in common. Perhaps I need not fear them so much after all.

I've got some reading to do. It's nice to read to the soothing sounds of a fire hydrant running outside my window.