It’s now 9:30 and I’ve officially made $50. Swank. This is so cool, I just get to sit here and type and listen to cool music and I get paid for it! The only difference between getting paid for it and not getting paid for it is to get paid I have to type veterans stuff instead of typing blog entires. I can totally swing that. I would almost make $80 if I stayed until midnight. Well, now I’m almost done with “H.” There are only a few J’s and K’s, but there are quite a few L’s. I know it’s grammatically incorrect to use an apostrophe, but it’s difficult to show the plural of a letter without the apostrohe. It just looks like some random word, like the plural of A (As) is the word “as.” Well anyway, must get back to work. I’m making money! W00t!

I’m on the last “F” veteran. I had a Mountain Dew, so I have it made in the shade. I’m going to totally finish a bunch of poop now. But anyway, in doing this I’ve been ruminating about something Molly said a while ago, that almost everything is theatre. So is war theatre? I have to say yes. There’s stage direction, there are costumes, there are lines, there are props, there are special effects…it all makes an eerie sense. And the audience is civilians. Creepdified. I’d better get back to work. It’s really funny, I’m all sitting here at my workstation blasting Daft Punk. I keep expecting for either the police to show up thinking I’m a burgular or for random people to show up and start partying. I love my Daft Punk. I love everything. I’m on a total caffiene high…oh yeah! It would be so amusing if I stayed here until the wee hours of the morning. I would totally love this place then.

You know, I used to think that bread was healthy, but apparently not. I just read the label for a thing of French bread I just bought, and one ingredient jumped out at me: azodicarbonamide. No, it’s not latin for flour, it’s some CHEMICAL. Is nothing sacred? Can’t you make bread without putting chemicals in it? WTF? It’s BREAD. Nothing is sacred. I’m going to get cancer. I’m still at the Triplicate, I’m just starting on “C” veterans. I’m pretending that I’m going to do until “F.” I’m hungry. I want to go home. But I’m going to try to steel myself to do until “F.” because then I’d be 1/4 of the way done. Back to work. I’m going to see if I have enough change in my car to get a Mountain Dew out of the machine in here.

I’m here at the Triplicate working on the veterans crap. I got here around two and I’m probably going to be here into the night. It’s almost six and I’ve organized all the veterans alphabetically in envelopes and now I’m typing them in. It will take a long time. Which is kind of a good thing. I’m going to buy this really swank $160 video card (I know…I’m bad. But it’s computer stuff!). Before I came here I made sure to surf the net for at least an hour looking at computer stuff I wanted. So yay. If I work a bunch this weekend, I’ll totally be able to buy uber-computer stuff with my next paycheck. Also I get paid this Friday, which is so sweet. I wish stuff that I did today counted towards that paycheck, but last Friday was the last day of the pay period. My goal is to at least get to the middle of the alphabet by tonight. And then I’ll call up the Lethargy Gang and see what they’re up to. Oh, the reason I started this post was that the WEIRDEST thing happened. It turns out that there are TWO IDENTICAL VETERANS SUBMISSIONS. IN THE SAME HANDWRITING. WITH THE SAME PICTURE ATTACHED. WITH THE SAME INFORMATION. It’s just damn weird. I can only hope that this “bob bolen” has some kind of mental disorder. Well anyway, back to work.