Day 2305 - Torture for my Unbearable Crime.

So the semester is finally over, and that means that I am going on vacation.

I will be in Maui for the next week facing unbearable torture. Like really unbearable folks. The sitting-on-the-beach-in-the-sun-with-a-cool-drink sort of torture. Hopefully I will make it back alive. Be glad that you are here with the safety of your jobs and responsibilities and rainy afternoons to hold you down. That must be so nice you lucky jerks.

On an unrelated note, I need to get something off of my chest. It's been bothering me.

So I went to sell back my textbooks the other day, and guess what happened.
(pause for guessing).
They bought back American Exodus for $9!

I'm partially excited because I got $9 for selling something that I should have paid them to take, but at the same time I'm very frustrated because that means my book is going to be used in another class next year. I have basically thrown another student to the wolves.

The person buying back books shouldn't have said, "American Exodus . . . nine dollars." They should have said, "Oh this. . ." and then opened a nearby blast furnace. But they didn't. They let the evil book survive like the Jumanji game.

And all I can think is: I have tied a poor student to the train tracks and now I am twirling my mustache and laughing maniacally waiting for them to get hit by the American Exodus Express. In exchange for $9.

It's a gruesome picture. I will have to ponder it while I am being tortured on the beach for the next week.

love always,
-jim.

P.S. Pictures of my soon to be sunburned feet coming soon!