In a fit of rage, with a fistfull of boomstick...

THURSDAY---

At 9:45am, I opt to call in for my three hour shift at McWorld cause of my very nausious stomach. Ulcers and bloody stool aside, it was a rough night.

I wake up at around 1:30, still no refund check. Seems that CMU has been thourogh at dicking us around as per usual. Chalk that on the list of reasons to get the hell out of here as quick as humanly possible. But with luck, we'll get the check tomarrow and these bill collectors we've been dealing with can finally be tossed a bone to gnaw on and leave us alone. The bastard whorehoppers that they all are.

At 3:00, I head to CMU Library to check my shit. Jen emailed me at myspace and I cannot check my myspace at the newspaper anymore. We run OS9 MACS there and our browsers cannot handle shit anymore. So, thus certain pages I check often will not load anymore on those comps. (Damn, I miss having internet at home!) So, I confirm plans to get the Codester this weekend and fire off some emails to Shane, Hamm-man and a couple fans.

The wife is in graduate assistant orientation all day. After which she is handed keys to the Music Building and her office. She's officially college faculty. That gives me an erection to get it on with a teacher, let me tell you. but thats a different blog alltogether.

I opt to head to work early and get some reading/sketching done. Something I haven't been able to do in months since starting the McJob. I read some 100 Bullets and then clock in early for grand Newspaper work. The shift drags and I take the time to clean out my bookbag and find old papers, junk ideas and sketches.

Something interesting: I sat on the pot and as often times this happens, a great idea for a new character hit me. I think he's perfect for THE OUTCAST's next book. A great side character and I cannot wait to flesh him out. He will add an element to my writing that I haven't been able to explore yet. Brilliant idea, and it all came from the toilet. Its where my best ideas come from. Shit in, Shit out.

Still listening to the CLERKS 2 soundtrack and not sick of it yet. Here's to hoping the refund check arrives tomarrow, so that I can show my son the weekend of his life.

T