So I'm actually at work right now. How cool is that?

It's a pretty slow day so far. But I probably just jinxed myself and I'll be running around like a headless chicken all afternoon. That's kind of how it goes around here anyway...slow morning, crazy afternoon. Nathan is in a good mood today, I guess due to his impending separation from all this craziness. If I were him, I'd be excited too. After six weeks of this, maybe I'll go to Africa. Actually, I am planning on going to Europe later int he summer. I'm going to do it this time, damn it. And I'm going to do it the way I've always wanted to...no agenda, no clear plan, just a big back pack and a EuroRail pass and a pocket full of money.

I haven't written anything lately, other than obsessive journaling. (Not here, so you can't tell). So I'm really in the mood to get my fiction juices stirring. The problem is...my life, as much of a soap opera as it appears in reality, is too uneventful for fiction really. So everyone keeps telling me to write about it, and then I realize that I am far too well adjusted. That's a scary thought.