One more day to go

So for a couple of weeks I've had a pretty much constant craving for lemonade. Do you know how hard it is to find lemonade at the convenience store? Vitamin Water used to have a low-calorie lemonade flavor, but I can't get it any more. Last week at 7-Eleven, all they had was Squirt sparkling lemonade. That is delicious. But my lemonade quest is just the setting for my story. I think I found the guy with the worst and/or most embarrassing job in the world. This unfortunate fellow was changing out the dirty magazines for the new issues. I just wonder what course your life has to take to bring you to that point. "What do you do for a living?" Oh, I go around from one 7-Eleven to another putting out new issues of Hustler and Playboy. It really fulfills me. I don't know. A lot of people aren't fulfilled in their job, but that seemed like a particularly depressing way to be unfulfilled. I guess it's still a step removed from the graveyard cashier at the adult video store. It just makes me glad that I enjoy even the crappy non-permanent job I have now.

I have only one final exam left in the P1 year. I just took one that didn't go as well as I thought it would, but I'm pretty solidly on a C in that class so it's not the end of the world. I'm definitely going to pass the year unless I sleep through tomorrow's exam.

Going to Vegas next week. That'll be nice. Hopefully I'll win some money, because we is broke right now. I start at Kaiser on June 1st, which will be cool. The extra income will be especially helpful.

Xander is turning into a toddler. That's both good and bad. He's a lot more active, and interactive, and is starting to understand our rules. But he's also really starting to impose his own will on us. Pretty soon he'll be telling me he hates me and smoking cigarettes and getting girls pregnant. I'll be sure to let you know when that happens.

I'm really going to try to write again after this final, probably over the weekend. Thanks for stopping by, and I'll see you then.