I'm a brony, Whovian, casual Star Trek fan, and a film geek with a collection of DVDs and Blu-Rays that numbers into the thousands combined. I'm a nerd for all seasons.
Work blows, mainly because the patrons and employees of a casino reward your hard work by not giving two shits. This leads to annoyance which leads to anger which leads to, along with a combination of things, doubt that you’re the nice guy you think you are. Then again, it may just be my utter self hatred talking.