I changed careers instead. I like to think I’m a writer, but there’s no retirement from that.
You’ll know I’ve retired from writing when all the letters start being the same.
You mean, like the chain letters I get so often? If I paid attention to them, I would be homeless, deaf, blind, with kidney failure, and cancer of the entire organ system.
So yah, Bob...I’ll wait... *bwahahahahaha*
I don’t have enough scratch for changing careers yet. I was thinking I’d like to be a greeter at Wal-Mart. I have a friend at work who took a part-time job as a cocktail waitress just for the hoot of it. She didn’t need the money, it was just a fun way to meet people. The isolation of the lab was a little too much, I guess.
I thought she was insane. Nutty as a mad hatter.