I wasn't going to talk about this here, but what the hell, I need to get that depressing journal off my front page, plus people keep hounding me to talk more. If you don't wanna read self-aggrandizing thing in which I talk about how great I'm feeling today, go ahead and delete this nonsense.

I was a total super crime-fighting badass and stopped a robbery earlier today!

My car was almost out of gas, and I wanted some cranberry juice anyway, so I stopped at a little backwoods gas station on my way home from the country. The country. That's what they call it. While I was hovering around the cold drink case, some dude wearing a ski mask comes in and moves past me to the register. He pulled a gun on the poor girl, she panicked and started crying, fumbling with the register to try and get him what he wanted so maybe she wouldn't get shot.

I was near enough to be able to do something, but he was completely turned away and not paying any attention to me, so I slammed my shoulder into him and wrenched his shoulder up behind his back to get him to drop the gun. We wrestled somewhat, but he was just flailing around, and I was bigger than him, so it wasn't too hard to get him pinned down.

Held him there until the police showed up, they took my name and filed a report or something; they wanted to do some kind of story on me about the whole thing, but I declined because I don't really want to be sensationalized (even though I'm talking about it here :D) just for doing something good. The concept just makes me uneasy; maybe I'd just get embarrassed, I dunno.

Anyway, these things happen, and I'm glad I could be there to make a difference this time. Even though it was a little reckless.

Enjoy a much happier journal entry.