Yesterday was my last day of hell,uh I mean work. I even took the liberty of leaving five minutes early without telling anyone. I said goodbye to the experiment station and the horrors that breed there. No more rednecks, massive amounts of water, stupid country music, smelly dirt, nematodes, roots to clean...until next summer. I'll probably end up working there every summer until I'm out of college. I'll just have to keep reminding myself that I could be flipping patties with the future criminals and welfare recipients of America, or I could have a boss who takes my red stapler.
DCI today will be a nice getaway, and I too am saddened at Jeff C.'s loss of drum corps. After the trip I might have to borrow a couch from the band camp. I'm not sure I am capable of staying awake for the drive home at three a.m. Maybe I can bum some more free meals...That was always the best part of band camp, although they are lacking without eRIc's mom.
That guy's eating a hamburger. I gotta be somewhere.
Needing a chocolate banana shake somethin' fierce,
seashell
