...is the place where I'm headed.
Jesus, why didn't I get a job in a hardware store?
Gotta figure two gas stops -- the car has a small tank -- plus lots of dirt and heat. I'll probably be the only guy out there wearing a white dress shirt. Long sleeves, y'know.
The only good thing about it, aside form making a few bucks, is that I won't be sitting here all day. No Howard Roark-style thoughts about dynamiting projects I've done that have been altered by talentless hacks.
Just another day of doing what I do well but have grown to dislike.
And then home, to an empty room. To work, and work some more.
Didn't sleep worth a damn last night.
Oh, well, I'll try to take a photo or two.
Off to the races....
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