Eventually, wrapping the comforter around you becomes less comfortable than actually getting dressed. That tinge of taking the bed, even the sleep itself, with you around the apartment and to the computer wears off. That’s when the desire to turn on the shower (takes a bit to warm up) comes to me.

There was this girl that I was close to for a few days. I was baffled, amazed, and thoroughly distracted. It was a whirlwind of pure good. She’s planning on going away in the near future, to a warmer place with warmer weather and warmer people (well, maybe not warmer than me), and I find that I will miss her as much now as before we turned down that closeness dial. Thinking about it now, it may not be such a long drive to visit.

There was this job that I interviewed for. Network Administrator. In more detail, it was Remote Network Administrator. I have discovered that either myself or the job had been put through some kind of gateway or portal that effected a change upon the situation. The word “sales” bloomed into existence in all its malicious glory. It latched itself onto the Network Administrator title and began to suck the life and the hope out of it. This twisted plot did not lie long without violent reaction from yours truly. I have begun to take the vaunted War-Hammer to this demonic “sales” entity and have struck a few blows in the name of ethics. The outcome of the battle is yet to be seen.

Now is the time to immerse myself in steaming water, that perfect engine of cleansing. Fear not, my compatriots, I shall return.