Working on Work.
Well, aparrently in addition to the broken monkeyfest that is driving a car, I have to do a little something called "Working at a job". As man of you know, it's not very fun but at least it pays for commodities which I don't usually get out enough to buy, nor do I really care about going and getting them. (For all I care, the latest video game or water gun can rot in hell, at least until I'm motivated to go get it.) So yes, in many ways I'm becoming more mature, which is rather scary and I need to go build myself an arsenal of Nerf guns and plastic swords to counteract this maturity. And maybe while I'm at it I'll build a fortress of pillows and cardboard boxes...IN HELL.