And then there was one.
One day that is--- tomorrow I'm back to the volunteer grind. I'm not complaining, but it's a fact that it's become a chore. It was ok when I was too young to get a job, but now that I'm older I feel a little miffed when I don't get paid for working hard, especially when I'm EXPECTED to just drop random Saturdays to work.
On the bright side, I'll be working with friends---- and there might or might not be food. Ok, so maybe it's a candle in a dim room, but whatever.