I don't have much to say. I'm really busy. Working on an act to take to Knuckleheads at some point for an Open Mic. I'm going to start performing it at the Steaknife near campus soon (maybe next week) to hone it a bit before I take it to a real club. I figure it'll be a while before I can do comedy regularly again. Work sucks. Tuesdays and Thursdays I work in the cafeteria that serves the UofM football team's dinner. THat's fun, let me tell you. Some of the most inarticulate motherfuckers you will ever meet.

"Yea, um, gimme some of that, and that, with som'a that"
The best part, is they don't even point. They just kinda nod their head in the general direction of the food they want. I'm behind a sneezeguard from them, steam all in my eyes and shit, and I'm supposed to know whether they're nodding to the chicken fried steak or the pasta? No, I'm afraid I can't do it.

Then on MWF, I work in the basement of the Med School on campus. Talk about polar fucking opposites. The best part, is at this job there's a menu. If you've never worked food service, I'd suggest it, for at least a week. Just to watch people read the menu. It's got to be the dumbest face anyone ever makes, consciously or not. Whew, does anyone know what I'm talking about? Because, if not, I need to flesh this idea out. It's like cubist art, just fucking beautiful. That, and really, really ugly. I want to smuggle a camera to work to take pictures of people reading the menu.

I need to sleep, got lots of class tomorrow and lots of work to do that I haven't done yet.