Early start, early shift... squats, eggs and cereal, long drive. Deathly cold wind and burning sun on me at the same time. The mall was barren during one long stretch of my initial patrol, save for two ravens. One flew away as I approached-- the other hopped along to my left, cawing incessantly at me. My left eye started burning and watering with equal persistance... you folks believe in omens? That sort of thing'd only impart the advice I get from everything else: I've got to learn to sacrifice if I want to grow. Busy, yet uneventful work day. The middle-shift guy called in sick, so I got to work extra hours to cover his ass... which just meant my feet'd be raw, and my wallet'd be a little fatter. Got home, scarfed half a pizza against better sense, and here I am, wondering if the sketches I did during my breaks'll be worth uploading.