nothing special. i think ill stare at the ceiling more then when that gets tiresome, i will stare at the spinning of my cd player maybe it can help me find something to do. then when i get no response, ill go and skate down the street to starbucks and then read the magazines at albertsons and then to the thrift store on wednesday b/c everything is 25 cents. its all a blur to me...this town they call oxnard. where will it end?