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I have been having the strangest dreams lately. I had this one dream two nights ago, where I was packing up my college dorm room (naturally, it didn't LOOK like my college dorm room) and Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force convinced me to take a break and smoke pot with him.

I don't evenlike pot.

Anyway, my first day of work was yesterday, and I'm about to attend another today (imagine that!). It's... well, it's not SCINTILLATING work, but it isn't horiffic, and it pays pretty good and looks good on a resume. And it's not ALL gonna be just what I did yesterday: today, for example, I'm supposed to attend this meeting with a bunch of arts groups. My boss is big on this being "not just a summer job, but a learning experience" or somesuch. Hey, I'm not complainin', and I know all the interesting shows at Smith's Olde Bar for the next three months. Next Saturday there's some Burlesque going on. Color me intrigued.

Though HOPEFULLY I'll be chillin' with my crew this Saturday. Everybody's really busy with work and school, so we haven't hung out all that much. Me and Trevor have revived our singing comedy duo "We're Not Really a Group," and we're probably gonna do another musical project along an industrial vein and cut CDs for both. So THAT'S exciting, if he ever gets time off work. So it goes.