Another good day. Not even work managed to ruin my mood. Andy was kind enough to drop by this afternoon and leave me with a veritable treasure trove of entertainments, for which I am grateful. Pixilated distractions sound like a pretty damn good alternative to banging my head against the wall when my writing dead-ends.
Today is Patton's birthday. Not that Patton, but Richard Patton, one of the security guards at work. He's 78, and he's a bad-ass. Let's hear it for Korean war vets who still smoke to this very day, are blind in one eye, and have dozens of awesome stories to tell. Patton's the best thing about working the night shift.
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