John, I'm only clutching my stomach in pain
Well, here she be. How's it going? Tonight I worked, and it was a magically extendo shift due to scheduling errors. I promptly ate disgusting promotional radio station blueberry pie and tried to honk in the bathroom. I should carry some sort of dehydrated sandwich in my back pocket at all times. I might be about to get fired, because on Sunday morning I fell asleep for I think about fifteen minutes. Ten of those minutes were "dead air", as they say. I am the worst operator ever, but I'm proud, so it's fine. And tomorrow is Canada day! So I'll pass the time before my ugly management confrontation by eating barbecued meat and passing out in a deck chair. Man I'm a class act.