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A burger in paradise…

Well, here I am, yet another “day off” that I'm spending at the shop because Dan is yet again whirling around like the unbalanced agitator in a washing machine.

Doing a quick count of the benefits versus aggravation of living here on the way in leads me to think I should run like hell…

Those weekends off I was promised, a myth. Health benefits? Likewise… I've gone from $300 a week in disposable income to $100, and those are just a few of the personal reasons. A selection of global reasons are things like it's only the end of March and it's already 80+ outside and you have to wring out the air before you can breathe it, there is roughly 1 person for every square yard here, and everyone is your typical East Coast Self-Centered Asshole.

Now, some good things have happened too; like getting to beat Alexandria over the head with a stick to get my license cleared here, and being able to clear my name with the bank and get Zeze's ex removed from all of my financial records from the last time I lived here. Oh, and I did get the cool new laptop but it cost me my very high-tech desktop computer so it's a wash in my opinion.

I guess I need to put my energy into getting a decent car, saving the cash to pay the “get out of your lease early” fine, and getting the hell out of here…

In other news I spent $20 of my weekly allowance so that Zeze and I could go and experience “Cheeseburger in Paradise” last night. I wasn't too impressed… The live “band” was in desperate need of someone to run the mixing board and they were WAY too loud and the burgers were simply 'ok'… The same fare can be gotten at Sheetz for half the cost. It was also insanely crowded; even though we didn't have to wait for a table, the Caribbean-kitsch of the place makes it feel cramped.

Well, I have to get back to the making of the miracles. Take it easy out there…

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