The paper route already seems like a memory, even though I'm still doing it. There's a distinct sense of unreality involved, as I suppose there is every time any major life change happens. Some of the carriers are busy learning routes up in San Francisco, and I'm glad I'm not one of them. I think this job has held me back in a number of ways over the years, even though the pay has been nice.

Okay, I'm going to sleep now. I work all three jobs for the next couple of days. Only two more nights of paper delivery!

cds I listened to on the first day of the last week of nocturnal employment: Current 93 "Crooked Crosses for the Nodding God", L'Orchestre Noir "11", Devendra Banhart "Rejoicing In The Hands", and Akasau "s/t"