Creamy

So I want to look up information on pies. I accidentally use "cream pie" instead of "custard pie". Now, I was never innocent to begin with, but that was pretty funny.

I have a huge urge right now to write... but I don't really know about what. I possibly have a side programming job lined up, which will land me some nice cash. Depending on what needs to be done, I can expect about $3K, which I figured out by reading some e-mail I wasn't supposed to at work regarding how much the services usually cost. Then again, they need it fast fast fast and I've got about 14 hours a day reserved for work and the commute.

14 hours? Shit, I really do work hard. Even if I take out the driving time (4 hours), that's a 10 hour workday.

Well, nobody's gonna throw money at me for no reason. I gotta work for it. And I'm a professional.

A Professional. Wow. I've said it before, yes, but only kidding. You know, holding a football like Lucy from Peanuts. "No, I won't pull it away. Please, I'm a professional." Asking a friend (now known as One-Hand Pete) to hold the wooden plank steady while I saw through it. "Don't worry: I'm a professional." That brief stint as my alter-ego Dr. Pepper, gynecologist. "Don't be shy: I'm a professional." And that time when I caused her all those rope burns. "You've been bad, it's time to see The Professional."

Ok, I'm kidding in those previous iterations of "professionalism." Well, all except one. But I'm considerably more skillful with the ropes these days. Although I'm extremely rusty due to non-use. But nevermind that for now.

Today it's true. I've a college degree. I'm working in my field. I'm now a fucking professional. Wow. I am taken back at that.

A lot of my blog entires have been about what I want. It's been a one track mind for a while, but right now, right this moment, NOW NOW NOW, I want...

I want...

More than anything else...

Katsu-Don.

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