Stapler

So for past few days I have needed a stapler to do its only function, staple paper together(If I get another one and a friend, I could possibly have a staple war). I was on my way to see Syriana and was a bit early so I wonder around Stratford shopping mall and saw this little shop that dealt with stationary and crap like that. I walked in and the only person who worked in this shop asked what I needed. Normally I just say, oh I'm just looking, but today I decided to go ahead and say what I really needed(Could this be a start of a happy, more socialable Patrick. Only time will tell) So he showed me some staplers. There were two kinds. One was a smaller one and I didn't really like it since it was kinda small and just looked strange. The other one was the normal size stapler but it came with two colors. Blue and Red. Now on my way to the mall, I keep on saying need to get a stapler, need to get a stapler, so I wouldn't forget. It felt very errie like the guy in office space who was always going around asking for his red stapler, so I chose the blue one. The shop guy also pointed out, thankfully, that I would actually need staples. There was one box I could choose from so I'm now a proud owner of 5000 staples. I have used 100 of them so far as I stapled a piece of paper to death and was shooting some in my trash can. It was a very fun Saturday night. I did have plans tonight after the movie, but Liz had to go back to Cambridge tonight to design a building or something, so we didn't go out for dinner. I'm somewhat happy about that result because I was supprose to decided what restaurant we were going to eat at and I really had no idea which one to pick since I've actually never gone out to dinner in Stratford. So I would have just picked a random decision and most likely freak out because I'm making a decision on where to eat which I don't like to do. So instead no decision, just came home and made pork burgers and listen to my Italian roommate talking about doing the wash.