Yeah, someone give me a job. That would be cool.
Actually I think very soon I will be working at Chik Fila, if all goes according to plan. That will be quite nice, seeing as how Danny's the big kahuna over there, and I get free meals. Plus never working on Sundays ensures that I have some form of a weekend. If only I was a Jew for Jesus so I could request Saturday off too. I just hope I can either a) get to mop crap up or b) cook stuff. Working a register might be nice, but I can also see the possibility of an assault happening on a stupid customer. I mean, you know. It could be funny.

The only funny stuff that ever happens to me nowadays is antics over at the Army Recruiting Station. Like, I realize how everyone else has jobs so they have funny stuff happen at work. I get to hang out with goofy recruiters and hear them trash talk the Marines. I'm just glad that their thinking of me as a genius inspires them to tell the Marines they've got a "real GA". Whatever that is. Just as long as everyone knows I'm not gay enough to join the Navy or brainwashed enough to join the Marines, I'll probably be able to continue to step out to the parking lot for my cell phone calls without getting harassed by their recruiters.

So yeah. It'll probably be cool when everyone comes back for school. You know, maybe I can introduce Sgt. Wittman to a good woman. He's like...the Army version of Justin Willis.

Oh yeah, and I'm planning on driving to Canada before it gets too cold. Really.