Here is a warning to all those wanting a job in local television: Prepare to be poor. I mean really REALLY poor. I am frying my brains like the egg in that anti-drug commercial because it's so hot and our swamp cooler broke and we can't afford a new one. How am I supposed to sleep in this heat? Sheeesh! It's not even June yet! Well, I'm off to draw a picture of Harrison Ford so Tony can give it to him on Friday. I haven't even started yet so there probably won't be a post for awhile.
Nite.
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