Frosty Chocolate Milkshakes

Today I squished myself into the backseat of a car that is worth about as much as my house, rode in it through Etown, got a milkshake, and then rode back. Oh, and it was a convertible and the top was down--it was very windy.

I took a personality test that made me sound anal-retentive and rigid. I Am. A Robot. Must. Follow. Routines. All my personality tests come out like that. But I'm NOT as anal as they make me sound. I tell people that before they read the results--it's my disclaimer. My two co-writers took the same test--turns out they're the same and I'm the complete opposite. Which I think we all could've predicted.

I'm giving up my jobs. Not my main job, but my volunteer job, and my little part-time job. Both of them. Which leaves me bereft of jobs, but hopeful. Maybe I can find something to do for pleasure (or at least for decent money), instead of out of guilt and obligation. Hooray!