- At work on a saturday again. Bleah. On the bright side, I just found out we have this guy who is going to come in and clean the place daily in exchange for a membership, and his name is Oakie. It's like fate knew I needed a "pick me up" today, and threw me a bone.
- My cousin is going to be in either the Pirates of Penzance or the HMS Pinafore. I can't remember which, and "It's Surely To Their Credit" will forever confuse the two of them for me. "It's the one about duty." Anyway, I'm pretty sure I could write a play that would get a better response for at a college viewing. Then again, I'd actually have to have a plot, since people like the story to go somewhere. Ah, silly unwashed masses. It's the language that matters. The language, I tell you! I'm kidding, by the way. I couldn't out-write Sullivan and the other guy, obviously.
- One more hour of this. Then the crazies will go home. "People; they're the worst!"
- There's some trouble brewing at work, but it's not really my fault. However, I have an opportunity to either fix it or make it worse, or I could do nothing. It's kind of like when Pedro goes "Vote for me, and all your dreams will come true," and then Napoleon totally goes for it and saves the day. Or like when Curious George takes the balloons and flies to the zoo. Yeah, just like that.
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