So, I'm back down to school for commencement to do my little "song and dance" as Mr. President, then back up here to work in the pretzel factory come Monday. Hopefully, I will retain my mind and soul from working that godless job, but you should be equally as scared every time you eat a pretzel or cheezy poof and think that there's a distinct possibility that I was involved in the process of producing it. HA 