Jock-Itch

The day's developments had led to nothing but bafflement.
-Steig Larsson
"The Girl Who Played With Fire"

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 9, 1985
Friday

Dale and I didn’t do much of our regular job today. I did learn that Dale ‘sort of’ ripped-off two RCF (Remote Call Fowarding) Sales from me. Well, maybe it wasn’t a rip-off but he definitely didn’t tell me about it (making me feel rather suspicious). We made seventy-five dollars from the lumpia, pancit Asian-style lunch sale for our Christmas Party. Hurrah.

After the work day Dale met me at my house. We ended up making a trip to Southland Mall in Hayward to trade-in my Hitachi VCR for a Fisher brand. It’s the nice one! Now I have two beautiful VCR’s and there is still no word from MACY’s about my beautiful black lacquer Entertainment unit.

Dale assisted in connecting both VCR’s. Now I can rent a movie and/or tape an episode of a show whenever I want to do that. It’s exciting.
Dale announced seriously, “You know, Michael, your car battery needs a cleaning because I noticed it has been having trouble starting-up.”
He was right. I made plans for myself to take time to do that tomorrow.

Dale departed. Rachelle and I didn’t go out tonight. It’s just as well. I don’t feel so up-to-par with my blisters between my legs from the biking or jock-itch. Yuck.


"When we're asleep our mind can do almost anything."
-INCEPTION, 2010 Film