A. Digging ditches? No. Hate it. It's fucking hot out there, and I've always been kind of a wuss when it comes to heat. Seventy feels hot to me, eighty is intolerable. I'd like to be a writer, but I can't seem to write anything professionally. Barring that, I just don't know if there is such a thing as a professional protestor -- but if there is, I'd be a good one. Tear gas just clears my sinuses, and I've yet to meet a water cannon that can knock me down.
Q. Are the normal people right? Am I just nuts?
