We came in spastic like tameless horses, we left in plastic as numbered corpses

Wonder Showzen is hilarious and wrong in many ways.
Case you were wondering.
Now you have been informed.
I might even skip Aqua Teen Hunger Force to watch it again in a half hour.
Because today is April 23-an edgy kind of time for being alive.
I was scheduled to work a double today-but I didn't. I presume because the manager--all restaurant managers are named some derivative of Charles I have decided, he is at least the 2nd and maybe the 4th---can't read. That's cool-if he was literate I'd probably still be at work. How the hell do people work 12 hour days spent entirely on their feet? I get cranky after about 3 hours-who am I kidding? The drive to work brings on the cranky vibe. Not because the job is stressful, it requires little thought at all and any frustration disappears as soon as the mall is no longer visible from the rearview mirror. It's just that laziness and the manner of the sloth is much more my tendency. Waiting tables appeals to me because of the great deal of time I do NOT have to dedicate to working. Three good shifts a week (or 4 mediocre ones) and I'm set. A forty hour work week is not necessary-leaves me with more time to watch cult TV programs and work on my plan on growing my status as a cult figure without a television program. That's not really on my list of to-do's. The lazy eye and the crap hair keeps me from being very fond of being photographed much less the star of my own program.
My final paper, but not project, for one of my classes is finished but far too short. It was much longer but Mik edited out most of my best lines and most insightful comments. She mercilessly cut my brilliant viewpoints on the subject of folklore, saying that I needed to "consider your audience."
"But those are great metaphors! Don't you think that it's great the way I said that all I got from the program was 2 years older and another 20,000 in debt? Didn't you like how I compared salvaging folklore as a discipline to raising the Titanic?"
"I'm not saying it wasn't interesting. But, still..."
Having her around is good,as I would've turned that paper in and probably made angry someone who I actually respect. While I have opinion anymore about this degree-if I get a job then good on me. If (by which I mean when) the degree turns out to be worth fuck all, well, at least I have all that debt and the three or four good stories to think back on with fond memory.
It is almost over.
There is supposedly an end in sight.
Some people see an end, but I see only the patch of road where I am currently standing.