2pm. Grand Bridge over I-84. I was there. so scary. But I didn't see it happen, thank goodness. Although at the same time I feel sad that I didn't notice him and try to stop him. If only I had looked left.
One week until vacation. I can hang in there, but it's so boring. The perfect job requires work experience. I hate the phraze "it's good for your resume", even though I find myself saying it.