Afternoon Baseball

Can't say working man, cause that's not politically correct. Actually, it's going well. There are circumstances with my apartment, which I eventually may detail when it stops being infuriating and becomes funny, but work is actually really good.

Lessons so far:
In really small towns, Wal-Mart becomes a really important part of your life.
24-hour diners that serve alcohol are the coolest thing in the world. And I haven't even had the alcohol yet.
Mooching off other people's wireless doesn't make me feel bad, as long as I'm not downloading tons of stuff.
I forgot Thanksgiving was a week away until my friend Sara asked me if I was coming home for it.
I'm tired all the time and living off crappy food and soda.

But, really, it's not a bad life so far.