I've been putting serious thought into enlisting with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I realize the only way I could be any more of a stereotype after that is if I transformed into a hockey-playing beaver in a toque, but:
A)It's a good career that will get me away from manual labour forever
B)It pays stupid well
C)As opposed to endlessly moving random car parts around, it's, you know, meaningful and stuff.
D)<Some comment about truth, justice, freedom, and defending the Northland>

So. Yeah.

Also, trying to figure out what I'm going to write my NaNoWriMo novel about is kicking my ass. I suspect I've been writing too much smut recently.

I'm sure I'll figure something out. I'm crafty that way.