Well, now I feel really crappy. I couldn’t go with Chip to a movie because I’m tired already and I’ve got to get up early tomorrow and build a f’ing deck. That is, unless I can convince my Dad to do indoor repairs tomorrow seeing as how it’ll be the hotest day of the year, so the weatherman says. Weathermen are morons but I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s going to be hot tomorrow regardless. If I don’t have to build a deck I’m going to use the day to get in contact with a photographer in Merrimack, several temp agencies and even the local Dominos (because they have a “Drivers Wanted” sign up). I wouldn’t mind delivering pizza. You’d smell pretty good at the end of the night and the tips probably aren’t half bad. I know the area pretty well, I’ve only lived here for 20+ years, and I have a car. I feel that this pretty much qualifies me. We’ll see tomorrow. At the moment I’m actually feeling pretty crappy so I think I’m just going to get something to eat and then go to bed early. Later.