Now that some of my college-age coworkers are going back to school, I've been getting more and better hours. Which means weekends, mostly. I worked the late shift yesterday night and I've got the same hours today. What do I care?

Though I didn't expect Graham and his girlfriend (who looks vaguely like Kora) to be in town. He came up earlier this week for some oral surgery and I've spent the past few nights chilling at his house. Said "chilling" can run really late when you start at midnight, as I did yesterday.

Graham was probably asleep for most of it, but after catching the end of one predictably gay-themed Bravo program (complete with an over-aspirating man-prize), Ashley and I watched a followup to the apparently-existent show "Showbiz Moms & Dads."

Now, I think everyone is essentially narcissistic, but many of these people took self-absorption to an extreme. As Ashley pointed out, it's hard to tell who's the "worst" parent.

After watching Survivor for a few years now, I have to admit that I like the interesting (though oversimplified) character studies that reality show contestants inevitably provide. If video games provide a safe outlet for violence, then reality shows do the same for my relentless judgment of others.

Which I nonetheless have ample opportunity to pass. The life of a delivery driver is nothing if not an endless cavalcade of strangers.

Last night, for example, I delivered to a drunken mentally-disabled women (affectionately referred to by my coworkers as "the crazy lady") and her equally endowed, much older boyfriend.

This goes into my "the midget found another midget" folder, of course. It gives me hope that, somewhere, there's a pasty white introvert who'd like nothing more than to discuss syntax with me. Granted, that's not the kind of girl I'm looking for, but at least she's probably out there.

Anyways, to make a long and horrible story short, an ugly man suggested that I have sex with his girlfriend, who came highly recommended. His offer ranks below "Can I polish your pearl?" and above "Parking is $18" on my list of things I'd rather not have heard this summer.

Hopefully the moral choices in the Xbox RPG Fable will be less clear-cut. After my GRE on Wednesday, the release of Fable and Graham's birthday the day before are the only events left on my summer calendar.

(The Politician and Jonas are theoretically visiting early this week, but I'm pretty confident that they won't, having neither time nor motive to visit Brainerd. I might end up eating my words and scrambling to get Tuesday off (there's some concert that night or something, so a bunch of people can't work), but, well, Lawrence is a veritable Baskin Robbins of flakiness. Myself included, of course.)

Not that I'm not busy. That website will eat up all of my time, before I'm done. The people at Sevaa have been terribly slow to get everything back in working order after their hard drive failure, so right now no one can purchase anything. And I've still got another 40+ hours of adding products to look forward to.

I refuse to work on the site while I'm at school. There are just too many fun projects and operations that I'd like to do this year. So crunch I shall.