why doc? from dr. dre?

so i get out of the Y around 10:15 last night (on a side note, the cypresswood YMCA is meathead usa... i was a little uncomfortable), and i decide to drive to the nearby super walmart. oh wait. forgive me. walmart supercenter. i decided i would live off of wendy's 99 cent chili and that i wasn't going to buy real groceries until i had secured a little work (i have an 8 hour shift on saturday from 4:15 pm- 12:45am-- also known as "the bitch shift"), but i finally broke down. i sat in the parking lot for almost an hour talking to ara, then entered the walmart supercenter. upon entrance, a woman promptly stopped me and said, "we don't open until wednesday."

what the heck.

there were no signs. there were plenty of cars in the parking lot. but apparently it was a brand new store and the grand opening is not until tomorrow. i would be interested to know how many people before me had made the same mistake, and if anyone had actually made it through the entrance doors and had actually tried to purchase something before they found out that the walmart wasn't open. i felt really stupid for a couple seconds, and felt the need to chime in that i was from out of town. sort of gave me an excuse to be clueless. the woman was helpful, though, and told me there was another walmart super center five minutes down the highway in tomball. that's the funny thing about houston... you find a new walmart supercenter on every block... almost as frequent as starbucks.

i need to tell you that i have seen two live 2-3 inch cockroaches since i got here. one was flipped on its back next to the toilet in my bathroom. lisa said it would die within 24 hours, so i figured it wasn't going anywhere, i would leave it on the floor until it died because i sure as anything didn't want to have to kill it with the sickening crunch that would most likely be necessary to send the creature to its maker. two days later, it was still alive, and thus it was still on my bathroom floor. i wake up the next morning, though, and in a mysterious course of events having nothing to do with myself, the cockroach is gone. i was a little scared that it had somehow regained strength and managed to flip onto its feet, scurrying into some place where it could lay eggs and send baby cockroaches home with me, BUT then i looked in the trash can and there it was, dead in a kleenex. i figured lisa must have done that. and then i wondered what she thought of me as she was picking up the roach, seeing as how i had told her about it two days prior. that's kind of gross. to leave a cockroach on a floor for days without picking it up. ah well.