I'm in the library.  Mini-break between classes, which is nice, but Wednesday's aren't horrible anyway.  (Curses, Thursdays, curses).   Actually, Wednesdays are the best.  In a mere hour or two, Sean will put Mark in charge of the restaurant, leave, and not come back until tomorrow.  It's our one day of the week to spend entirely together.  We're going to Massachusetts to play pool with his grandparents.   Love them.

I wish I still had grandparents.  I've sort of taken on a few oldies as my own (customers of the pharmacy, mostly), but it's not the same.  Mr. Colwell buys me candy at least once a week, and it's always old-people candy - circus peanuts, Necco wafers, black licorice, Mary Janes...  Which is nice; it adds to the grandparent feel. 

I don't understand why anyone would want to work in a pharmacy, save for those falling in these distinct categories:
1) You're a pharmacist.  You make mad bank. 
2) You're in/considering pharmacy school (as I was).  Preparing to make mad bank.
3) You're good at drug-thievery.  Lame, but it happens.
4) You're a 70-something year old townie, and only cashier to see all of your old townie friends.  ...Muriel.

But oddly, the majority of people I work with don't intend on going to pharmacy school (or anywhere).  23 year old girls.  No chance of promotion, because there IS no promotion.  Just show up to work and be a pharmacy tech and make zero dollars.   Whatever.   Someone has to do it.

And I...  need to finish my resume.  I've decided against pharmacy school.  Going to apply to research labs and drug companies after I graduate.  Buttttt secretly want to open a business or refinish antiques or breed fish or do SOMETHING I like.   (I apparently don't like sentences with subjects).  For a 3 week stint, I was banking on Powerball tickets, but that didn't work out.  Now I'm scheming up a gimmick.  Any gimmick would suffice.  Something like facebook or velcro or the Atkin's Diet would be great. 

My cat always lays on my right arm when I type.  Carpal-tunnel kitty.  When I'm on a computer outside of home, my arm feels weightless.

Okay.  I should go to class.