San Francisco II
Today was my first day of work. A data entry job for someone whose hands hurt so much he can barely type? Sure... why not.
But the real important question, and one with which I have wrestled several times before, is:
Facial hair, or not?
(This is, of course, over a larger area than I have grown those other times.)
In other news, I really need to hang out with someone fewer than 60 years older than me. This might be facilitated by moving out of my current housing arrangement, if I could find a new one...
But the real important question, and one with which I have wrestled several times before, is:
Facial hair, or not?
(This is, of course, over a larger area than I have grown those other times.)
In other news, I really need to hang out with someone fewer than 60 years older than me. This might be facilitated by moving out of my current housing arrangement, if I could find a new one...