It's Friday morning.
I've got an all day shift waiting for me.
I really do not mind working all day shifts anymore.
They tend to go by fast.
Especially during the holiday season. People love to watch movies.
For some odd reason, the dumb movies get the most people.
Either way, I'm still enjoying my job.

How does it happen? Too much time on my hands? Not enough time on my hands? I really do not know for sure. But I came across this little big website and it caught my attention.
I know.
I was looking for the Moldy Peaches. I found Kimya Dawson's online diary. I read some entries and it was pretty cool.
And I was looking for the Moldy Peaches because of Juno.
Nice.
Art finds art finds art finds art.
I've been thinking too much about death lately. When it's gonna happen. How it's gonna happen. Why does it have to happen. And I'm reminded of the endless amounts of propaganda I received as a child. Then I remember I have to find some chords online and I forget.
I'm almost done rearranging my room. I made some room for my record player.
Fucking Bob Dylan sounds so much better when he's spinning round round baby round round.