The End is Near!

Well, its official the Lost One is no longer a capitalist running dog. That's right folks, he has, officially and for the record, quit his job. Now he is a man of Leisure (pronounced with the British soft "e" of course, since it is Anglo for "unemployed bum"), and has no worries save, passing his last two classes. And finding a way to get the Lost Kitty to the Great Plains. It is really rather odd that now that he has quit the store where he worked the Lost One has begun to miss it. Not the work, the Lost One now barely fears the fiery depths of everlasting Hellfire as he has worked retail. Unless in Hades they do nothing but make you work retail. *Shudder* No, No, the Lost One is reaffirming his commitment to be good. Still, I miss the people, the camaraderie, the Joi de vive of the place. Translation= the pay check. Oh, well the Lost One is T minus 28 days to his own part in the great Lost Family Diaspora (at the risk of the wrath of the Sylvan Creature who the Lost One assumes was merely having a bad day as he has finally come to grips with the fact he's going to an aggie school. A big ol' Nelson-esque *Heh-Heh* to you there Creature). Now, for those who are wondering (and you know you are), yes the Lost One will be going off line during the move...but will be back shortly, and possible with a new look to accentuate the rift between his time as an undergrad and that as a Law School Student. Got to go kids, but not to fear the Lost One got a post or two left before then.