Just got off the phone with Beky, first-in-command of the whole DC3 independent media schtick. Apparently, she hasn't been able to get into her e-mail account, which explains her lack of response, and that e-mail account had everyone's name and number, which explains her not contacting anyone. She's at another campus this semester that's nearly 40 minutes away, which complicates things, but she'll still be coming down once a week, which is good. If for any reason she doesn't work out, Anna, the third-in-command, and I are more than willing to take the reigns... we just need all the appropriate paperwork from Beky before that happens...
Bartending School has yet to call me back with job-leads like they said they would, so I called them back and left a message. Meanwhile, I"ll try hitting up some Wayne spots tomorrow, which will be only ever so slightly awkward ("Hi, I'm only 18 and I know I'm not legally allowed to set foot in here, but I'd like a job.") but so that goes.
Weekend was largely uneventful. On... Saturday? - Ericson was sick, so stole car and swung by to drop various drugs and tea off. However, I didn't realize until after I set out that there was already a half-inch-of-snow on the ground which was still coming down, but I was too... not so much "ballsy" as "lazy" to turn back.
Got to his house without a hitch, but shortly thereafter there was an accident right in front of his house so the entire block was lined up with a firetruck and police cars, so I had to wait until that cleared up. Then, by the time that cleared up, there was too much snow on the ground, so I had to wait for some of that to get plowed, and, in the end, I didn't leave until 3:00 in the morning. Meanwhile, my mother got royally annoyed, but he car came back completely intact so she really couldn't do much about it.
Jill's complete and utter hatred of Ericson and just about anything he comes in contact with never ceases to amuse me. The only thing that amuses me more is her flat-out refusal to admit it to his face. Charcoal steaks, and all that nonesuch...
Eyes are far from perfect, but they're better. I'm officially off the eye-drop regimen (except for the artificial tears, which I'll have to keep up for a month) and the eye-shields can come off on Thursday (they need to be worn for a week after surgery while I sleep). 'bout bloody time, too; they have to be taped to my head and every morning I wake up feeling disgustingly sticky, with these big red marks left by the imprints of the shield on my face.
And now I end with a quote. I don't go out of my way to watch TV, but if I'm eating food in the kitchen and my brother's watching it in the next room, and I'm sitting there anyway, I'll run with it.
So, straight from King of the Hill, during a flashback sequence:
YOUNG BILL: When I grow up I'm gonna drink this stuff every day, just like my dad, and fly jets and maybe even be an astronaut.
YOUNG DALE: I'm gonna live in London and be a rich millionaire and have people killed.
YOUNG HANK: I'm gonna sell propane and propane accessories... if my grades are good enough.
With the exception of Hank, no kid ever aspires to middle-management. But, eh, that's just how it works out usually, inn't?
And then the flashback ends:
BILL: I'm so depressed I can't even blink.