--nightime

i feel as though i should formally apologize for how poorly written that last post was. it's very hard to concentrate on something like writing when one's boss, barry the jew, is jabbering over the counter about the king's men and barbershop quartets and whatever else. i mean, don't get me wrong, i like talking to the guy, if i didn't it would be impossible to work there, but i now feel for the poor student trying to study and not being able to do so because of his never ending questions about what christians do for fun, or if biola students really do follow the contract to the letter, or if there's enough meat on that sandwich, i put a quarter pound on every one. the poor people.

from this moment onward i solemnly vow to be the never-resting defender of those students. and though i have no idea how to tell an unshaven something-over-sixty year old jewish man to leave someone be and let them work or they'll never come back, that i accept as my charge and worldly vocation. maybe while i'm at it i can slip in a word about not smoking inside the coffee shop or perhaps, wearing something besides the loose fitting sweatsuit, loafer combo once in a while. right...

ps. while i'm at it, i can't remember whether or not i already apologized for the quality of the first post. i soothe my mind with the fact that it was late and all that but i still think, or hope, that a 100,000 dollar education was good for something.