I never want a 9-5 which is gonna happen no matter how much I don't want it. I hope. How messed up is that? I'm hoping for something I don't want. Damn you capitalism. I'm working on convincing my main squeeze to go into Sales and then she can just be my sugar momma. Once that fails, my next plan is to get a camera crew to listen to me rant all day. If I rant for 8 hours, there has got to be 23 minutes of quality in there somewhere. Boom. TV show. No 9-5. That's how it works, right? Right?!?!