The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

Today, I was nearly hit by a car. By Dad's doctor. He was running late (I assumed, by the speed at which he was driving out of his driveway) and pulled out of his driveway as I was riding by his house. Luckily, I know enough Hindi to tell him off. It isn't much, but I have watched enough Bollywood to know how to say "What do you think you're doing!" (तुम्हें क्या लगता है तुम क्या कर रहे हो!) and "Slow down!" (धीरे!). I had to use Google Translate to get the written form. I can't write it myself, but it does come in handy when dealing with Dad's doctor. Dad can't understand a single word Dr. Q says, so I am called in as a middle man. Really, I think Dad is just not as progressive as he should, and he just doesn't want to understand what Dr. Q says. And really, Dad can't discriminate against Dr. Q's skin color, because both of them are the same shade of tan.

And then as I was at the last business of my route, one of the clips of my messenger bag fell to the floor. My bag is on its last legs. As soon as my new messenger bag arrives, I will be retiring the one I use now. I can't use a messenger bag that won't close securely. How will what I put inside stay dry?

The reason why this entry is so late is because I spent the evening typing up an Email to my friend. She sent me a message on Saturday. Since that message, she also sent two more asking if I got the first one. She only just now got her laptop back, so she wrote me because of the Emails I have been sending her to keep her from being bored.

Anyway...

I still have gotten anything in the mail worth mentioning. No Mario Party 7. No messenger bag. Nothing today.

Well, I am pretty sleepy. I will see you around the forums, and until tomorrow and a more descriptive entry...

Later!

Michael