The weirdest thing happened to me on the way to work this morning.  I was taking a short cut through a parking lot (I was five minutes late for work) when a big black crow almost flew right into my face!  I immediately stopped walking to stare at this wacky bird and, coming at me from the direction the crow came, a semi truck crossed my path.  If I hadn't stopped to look at that crow and wonder why it was flying so low to the ground, I would not have stopped for the truck.  Now crows aren't all that afraid of humans, yet they don't normally just come flying out of nowhere in your face!  I am relieved that the crow flew by and a part of me thanks the Gods for sending it my way, coincidence or not, it saved my life!

The other weird thing I have to report is, while working on a store window display, some old guy walked up to the window while I was in there dressing a mannequin and he started yelling, "They crush your balls!  Crush the balls!  No one can stop them from crushing my balls!"  I think he had Tourette Syndrome.  I'm familiar with this disorder because my brother has a mild case of it, so I walked out to see if the guy was still there, only to find he disappeared as soon as I got out of the store.  Weirrrrd!

As for other goings on today, I recieved a strange phone call from my brother around 5am.  He called to tell me he had just gotten out of the hospital after he experienced a bit of an emotional breakdown.  He swears he wasn't suicidal, but I have the strong feeling that he was thinking about it.  Needless to say, I didn't sleep much and this whole day has me reading into things...

Oh, and last night I found something that I didn't know was missing!  It's been a month since I last walked into the media lab here at UWSP (last time I went was to make slides for my portfolio) and, just on a whim, I stopped by to borrow a scissors.  As the lab assistant was busy helping someone else, I saw a painting of mine posted on the wall.  "Hey, that's my work!" I cried.  "Are you sure?" the lab assistant asked.  I could tell that she liked it and wanted to keep it there, but the painting was part of a book my friend Andrew and I were working on.  The lab assistant gave it back to me, but I shudder to think it lost forever if I hadn't of stopped by yesterday.  Still, it's nice to know someone liked it enough to display it prominently in their workspace.  For copyright reasons, I can't show the painting here, but I can tell you that it was an illustration of the Little People of Beaver Island, Michigan.