I sat next to Ed in this beautiful room with windows, and thought about how my clothes were all wrong, though I did fit in quite nicely with all the other nerdy journalists, and I stared at my plate. I had two sandwiches, an excessively large cookie, and "healthy" cheetos (as if there is a such thing. they just hold off on the cheese, so they are not really cheetos). I realized that it was all going down hill, and that I could only understand half of what Ed was saying, because he is Brazilian. But I did catch the part where he told me that he moved here when he was 4, so I didn't really understand why I couldn't understand him. I didn't really want to be hanging out with him. I wanted Will, as crazy as Will is, to come over and talk to me. He could bring Darth Vader with him, even, and I wouldn't mind. I wanted to hear his stories about his head wounds from wrestling, and try to understand why he was into pro-wrestling even though it was fake.
Ed told me he was "white-washed", and that he was just stupid, so I nodded and/or shook my head, and ate my food. I watched him put about 18 free cans of Sprite in his back pack, as he told me, "What are they going to say? 'You can't take that much free pop'?" and I had to agree with him. He gave me his offending cheetos because they were 'taking up too much room'.

I guess it was a pretty nice day. But I hate riding a bus when I have a headache. I'd rather gargle bees and then saw my arm off.