Mornin’, kids. Another unremarkable day, marking time 'till I visit NDSU on Friday. Nothing like the imminent prospect of escape to illuminate how dissatisfied with your present circumstances you are. Such is life!
Yeah, I mean, I’m under no illusions about it… But compared to my present town of 1700 with nothing around but cows and fields for 50 miles in every direction, Fargo-Moorhead sounds like a paradise. Who knows though, maybe the Minneapolis job will materialize.
Pilot, everyone will be asking you where you got the coffee-scented laundry soap.