if i had a normal job, or at least a normal shift i would not be working tomorrow. well i guess that does depend where you work, if you would have off or not. it's a brisk 63 degrees outside and my father is heading out to franks house for a little effort towards memorial day. i wouldn't mind driving anywhere at 21:30 on a sunday, other than work. the desire to find a new area of responsibility has taken superior dominance in my daily thoughts lately. cooking is so much fun and i do love it very much, but suddenly i feel like i want to have fun at home, not at work. i want to hate my job, just like everybody else. i toss the ideas of working in something that you love, as it would be a good way to loose your love for that particular area of expertise. what's interesting however, is that how that would be completely different in you _owned_ the place, and it was **yours**. pride and commitment seem like they would be a majority of the driving force behind an idea like that. october is coming so fast so it seems. approaching june in moments. the days and weeks will fall off the calendar like old papers in a rugged binder.