Nightshift Für Alle

Arright, off we go, to another nightshift, in eight hours and counting. it's not my turn to do the dastardly deed of getting up in the middle of the night this week, but I couldn't say no to the sweet dear who asked me. Something about her not having seen her husband for a couple of weeks, and wanting to spend some time with him before he sets off for another couple of weeks.

Heh heh, nah, just kidding. I'm in it for the cash.

Got you again, it really is the former reason.

Or IS it?

Regardless, Cannibal Ox, lyrical geniuses and musical madmen - will be accompanying me tonight. And Naipaul's Miguel Street. Didn't have that much more to say other than that nine hours of bladder bursting pain paid off, Dan bought his third roll of tiolet paper for this year today. I'm so proud I could cry. That, and nine hours without the use of your bathroom will do that to you, and I don't care how Buddhist you are.