so i've got an actual [short-term] job, thanks to the generosity of the bullshot family. starting tomorrow, two weeks or so, pretty good money it seems, and i have no actual idea what i'll be doing. yes, i was told what i'd be doing but, no, i didn't understand.

i do know, however, that i'll be wearing slacks of some sort, and a shirt with buttons. and probably not a plaid shirt. i've worn - with the exception of the long-sleeved tony danza shirt and a long-sleeved solid black shirt that crept up from the back of the closet - one of my four plaid shirts every day for each of the past, well, four months. this will be a change, then.

what this means:

- i'll have to actually wake up sort of with my alarm, which is a shame.

- i can't make dinner on tuesday night, which was my latest task.

- most importantly, i need to shave. it's been a month. so long, in fact, that i have what can be called "actual facial hair," and perhaps even a "beard." although i'm not comfortable claiming a beard. there is significant neck-beard growth, however, so shaving will be painful. i'll probably shave once tonight and once in the morning and, hopefully, that'll do it.

anyway, while i don't know if it'll help me become a productive member of society or anything, it is nice to, you know, have something to do. and it'll be nice to have, you know, some sort of cash flow.