Last Patrol

okay... last post from this place. It's been nice but i am ready to go.

All packed - room clean. Got the many drum pieces. I'm on the coach surrounded by all my shit, listening to the Scarlet Wheel by Stick Men.

As soon as i get moved in, Summer begins. Most of my friends are like, "I can't believe you have ten hours a week teaching in August. That's incredible." Indeed i am fortunate. I teach therefore i am. And only ten hours a week is a vacation. Then i move into Carrie's to take care of Lolo next Friday.

Woo hoo! Six o'clock and time to go clubbing! Baby seals, here i come!

-Bender, Futurama