We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

By the time things are settled I will have exhausted every possible discussion topic. There's not much to do other than complain, talk, and discuss possible job alternatives. Today I spent 20 minutes discussing the impact of the Gretzky trade in August 1988 while getting soaked. I spent another twenty minutes explaining what emo was to someone. Maybe I'll be ok, as long as I don't get boring. I don't really know what's going on or how long it will last, right now all I know is that it's my job to walk back and forth and picket. I'm a cog.

I should have invested in rain gear instead of comic books this weekend. I was ill prepared for four hours of picket duty in the rain. For an instant when I was biking home across the commons, I almost wished I had splash pants...almost.