Don't look at the eel faces

I've decided that working in an office is equivalent to Purgatory...burning in a firey hell until you can be purified of your retarded interest in working in an office. Last weekend's trip to Monteray Bay made me seriously consider a career as a Marine Biologist. While having no knowledge of anything having to do with the sea, much less science, I was quite intent in going back to school for Biology for the first half hour I was in the aquarium.

But then I came upon the eel exhibit and could taste my breakfast coming back up. I was frightened by the tin foil eyes of the anchovies and the only thing I could think while looking at the crustacean tank was, "He belongs in a pot of boiling water." Plus, with a BA in Biology, I'd probably just be cleaning the poop off a starfish tank.

So, back to the drawing board. Maybe I should just return home and tend to my family's small herd of cats. Then I could buy some sheep and bury my inability to figure out what I am doing with my life in their wool.