I have a job! At the highball. I've spoken of it in past blogs. I started last week and have pretty much been working everyday/busy/doing things. My friends come into town for all hallow's eve but I most likely have to work. Zombie prom, people! If I work, I will be a zombified Daria. If I don't, I will be an alive Daria. Let's see, what else...? Mr. F has been successfully turned into a cat eunuch , minus the spirituality. Then again, who knows what he does when I'm not around? He could very well be a religious advisor to various strays who paw at the window. But nevermind that, I have work in half an hour. Come bowl and eat and spend money you don't have!