Ate chinese food last night which involves balancing the plate on my lap and shovelling it in, creating a snowstorm of rice. I'm not a very delicate eater when planted in front of the television. A bit of a celebration feast really, I finally quit the farm job yesterday, and it's a relief. I think I spent more in gas driving to that job than I actually made once there, but of course the real reason I quit is because the boss was a crazy, forgetful and mean spirited witch.

This is boring. I'll think of something more interesting to say later. Got more chinese food to eat now.