Today, my friend Herb shared with me an anecdote about how he "one-upped" a man waiting for the elevator by not telling him that pressing the button more does not make the elevator come more quickly. I was astounded at this base cruelty in my friend, not remembering a time when he had engaged in such maliciousness. However, I then turned to thoughts of hope, and wondered if Herb's actions were not, in fact, for the greater good. The man he had "one-upped" obviously believed that pressing the button more would hasten the elevator's time of arrival, and if he had been robbed of that belief, he may have been grief-stricken and gone through the rest of the day in a period of advanced ennui. Then again, perhaps neither action really has any effect on this man, and in my mind I picture both Herb and his victim faceless objects, forever awaiting the elevator. I know this is not the case, as at this point and time, Herb has gone home and I lay restless on the cot of my own despair, but still I wonder if Herb's actions were for the greater good or a step into chaos.

On another note, I have still not received any sort of snail mail, e-mail, faxes, or text messages. I can only assume my house-mate Yolanda has burned all of my mail, or perhaps stolen it for we share a secret unspoken love. The e-mail has probably been destroyed by those who use their expertise in computers for nefarious deeds, though I cannot imagine to which end they would do this. I do not have a fax machine, which explains why I have no faxes, but I wonder if people are trying to fax me despite this. Should I purchase a fax machine so that I can receive all the faxes for me that potentially exist? I shall think on this. I can only blame the lack of text messages on myself, for my over-sized fingers cannot depress the buttons on the phone ably enough to send text messages of my own, and so people do not send me text messages. I have received one blog reply. After reading it several times, I replied to it. I can only hope that other blog replies come to alleviate the overwhelming ennui that comes from the monotony of my life.

I am going to see if Yolanda wants to attend that movie at the theater, the one starring that actor everyone is talking about. If she declines my offer, I shall invite Herb. I just hope he does not have me smuggle him into the theater inside my coat this time.