Lots of work means lots of money, so I'm pretty happy right now. This sort of lots means all sorts of fun things. Work in itself isn't exciting, I'm watching a smoldering house for twelve hours on Thursday and Friday (though I might have some company on Friday), and might watch one in Tumbler on the weekend after the mall hours, since I'm all superhuman and don't need sleep and shit. Shoppers is still a pile of dull, but some of the night shift people are sort of interesting. The one big cashier chick would make a great angry black woman, and I got to leanr all sorts of things about makeup. Shut up, it makes the time go by a little faster.

Bought Dr. Strangelove today, and have pretty high hopes for it. I think I'll probably go watch that if I can't think of anything more interesting to write in a few minutes.

Oh, hanging out with a real Kerouac-hippy guy tomorrow night, or would be if I wasn't going to flake out in order to be able to wake up early enough to get to the site. He gave me some acid once, and is new to town, so I figured I'd introduce him to a girl or something. It never hurts to hook up potential hookups.

I actually have a bit more to say, but I want to watch this movie, so fuck you guys. Go learn to read on Facebook or something. I guess it at least has the word book in it.