Vacuums are for maids... and subs.

So here I am, a few weeks later, stuck at school with another 45 minutes to burn up before I can leave, and nothing to say. I think the kids sucked out all my creativity. And what's worse is that all they did today was watch a video. They're like large talking toilets perpetually flushing, and my brain and patience are the turd.

I consistently find myself muttering things like, "when I was your age," and "when I was in school, I didn't talk back, I'd just shut up without having to be told to do so." Which means I'm getting older because of this gig (which I still consider to be a pretty sweet one).

On a lighter note, I had the distinct and profound pleasure of finally golfing with my friends Jewlie, Korean Kevin, and Fisticuffs at Carson par-3 course, and let me tell you what: I done did a doo-diddley dandy job! Got 4 or 5 pars and my first birdie! It was wonderful. And the beginning beginners had fun and did quite well, too. Then we got drunk and ate pizza. What an almost perfect day. That was Sunday, though, and now it's Tuesday, and Friday I'm in love.

That's it for me, I'm all tapped out. Until next month!