The 3 different things I�ll write about tonight:

1) Seeing Daredevil
2) Almost running out of gas
3) What I found when I came home

1) I�ll admit it didn�t meet my expectations. Ben Afleck isn�t my favorite actor and Jennifer Garner would be more attractive if she wore more clothing. Like drugs, the fight scenes seemed to lose their punch the more there were. It is only a matter of time till the biggest stunts and explosions cause boredom.

When there are key components such as good acting and a good story line absent, it causes your interest level in a movie to substantially drop. It was a good movie to see once though.

2) When it comes to having an empty gas tank, it fails to strike me as anything but normal. On the way home from the movie, I noticed that I should probably heed the yellow gaslight that has been on for three days. The car starts to sputter and still I feel like there is no immediate danger. It has done this before, and I have had no problem getting to a gas station in the past.

Well, the car was struggling to breathe life into its parched lungs on this particular night. Maybe it was because of the cold, or maybe the car was scared to death of the large truck lights that were speeding up behind us. I looked into my rearview mirror and thought it a better idea to pull to the side of the road rather than die. I busied myself with pumping the gas petal as I traveled along the shoulder of the highway breathing silent encouragement to my car and silent prayers to God. Just when I thought the car was going to die, it would spring back to life for a few seconds and I continued this process till amazingly I rolled into the Mobil gas station where the price of gas was threatening to rape my wallet. I paid two dollars for a few drops of gas and then made my way to the only gas station I use in Gainesville. Rather than paying $1.79 at Mobil, I paid $1.64 at the Kangaroo instead. If this doesn�t seem like a very big deal, then you are also unaware of how ignorant and wrong you are.

With enough saved money from gas, you could get a Big Red for your patient saving and long suffering method of penny pinching. So please do me a favor� no, do everyone a favor. Next time you are thinking about spending more than you have to for gas, think of what the saved pennies can buy someday. If you can�t wait long enough to get the Big Red, do what any halfway intelligent person would do and get the Captain Jack�s Buried Treasure Dessert instead. Please don�t do anything stupid. Don�t pay more for gas than you absolutely have to.

3) It turns out today was National Josh Verbal Affirmation Day, and someone neglected to tell me. When I got home from the gas station something bright against the dark caught my eye. My eyes went from one sentence to the other and I read every term that was written on the ground. Sweet girls from Chi-O decided to brighten Nyff and my evening with writing all over the ground in bright and colorful chalk. They wrote:

�Hot guys live here,� �I want Josh�s hot body,� you are Chi-O�s sunshine,� �We love you,� �BUSBOYS ALL THE DAMN TIME,� �ya�ll light up Chi-O�s world,� �Chris and Josh are hotties with great bodies.� They even wrote a line from my dishwashing theme song: �you are my Josser my one dishwasher� (sung to music from the Backstreet Boys).

After every sentence was read and re-read multiple times, and my teeth were starting to chatter, I went inside. I read two comments in my blog that warmed my heart and gave me the desire to write this current entry. I have a feeling that the chalk on the ground will only get erased if it rains. Verbal affirmation is a soothing balm. It gives strength to confidence. It warms the heart and soul. It replenishes security. It replaces ill feeling and substitutes it with contentment. It takes the weight off your shoulders�

And sends you away flying.