I started. I have to keep going.

Started a blog, that is. I just forget because I actually have "work" to do unlike my previous affair with coordinating research data. Yes. I got paid to "coordinate research data". Meaning= I read files. Tons and tons of files. I listened to launchcast radio on my computer with my headphones whilst reading these files. The whole point to reading these files was to compile an actual "study" that would be "published". Needless to say, it never got published and I wonder to this day what has happened to the 3,000+ files that were tucked away in a storage room to sleep for eternity. Hey. At least I had good medical insurance. 

Now, I learn my job on the fly. I have a degree...but like most college grads, don't have a job AT ALL near what I graduated for. I like to think that college was my "hoops of fire" I jumped through, throwing money at some nasty lady behind the desk in the interim and hoping to pass college algebra with at LEAST a "C". Amazing. Holy crap. I can't type anymore. You must know: JACKHAMMER OUTSIDE OF MY OFFICE DOOR. SUCKS. ROYAL DING DONGS.