"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


"Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen"

The summer job - painful reminder of why you're busting your ass through school. I'd forgotten how hard this full-time job business could be on a body. Three days into my gig as a cashier and my legs are officially on strike, so it's nice to have today off.
Overall, things at The Bakery are going well. I'm pretty much awesome, so they have to like me. I singlehandedly saved the ass of the place on my first day, but I think no one noticed because they were too busy freaking out. The food is, unfortunately, fucking delicious. I'm drowning in free bread, and it's preservative and artificialness free, so that's a big plus.
Under the advice of many and the dire warning of one who knows more about it I have also taken another gig, but not unlike crime, it don't pay. I'm doing this one out of a desire to do something constructive with my life this summer, and I'm also doing it out of Love for a little show called Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Clear out a Thursday, Friday, or Saturday night between July 13 and August 5 because I'm pretty sure it will be great.
These last few weeks have been like waking up from an 8-month coma, and I've been wondering WTF happened to my life, but all these goings on almost make me feel as though I have some use in this world. It's been a while since I felt I could say that. I'm not interning or apprenticing or making any real strides toward my impending senior thesis, but I'm keeping busy and that will do for now.