It's been 100 days since I went to a full time job. Friends have chipped in here and there and I've made enough to pay rent and (most) bills since that time. It could be worse. But goddamn shit gets to a cracker. I didn't set out the century mark, just got the old urge to hit up the Den. Looked back at the calendar and it was, 100 freaking days. Since then I've mopped a lot of floors, don't mind it actually, mopping's pretty cool. Picked up some dog shit, got ringworm from those shaggy bastards. Taken out a lot of trash and cleaned up after hill wonks playing beer pong and flip cup. That last one was the worst. Dogs are awesome, I'll take dogs over drunk DCites any day. Then there's the weather. Can this jackal get a reprieve? Is there any end in sight? Howl?
