What is this "sleep" of which you speak?
Since the last time I was here, I have...
...gotten a job that does not require me to take attendance, monitor bathroom visits, or tell any confused victims of public education that no, I do not understand the geometry worksheet either.
...had my first day at that job on the same day as one of the worst public transportation accidents in history. If I were any of you, I would not stand next to me in a lightning storm.
...spent every working day with a bunch of economists for whom complicated equations are the most common form of joke passed along via inter-office email.
...been able to shake my fist in wrath at Timothy Geithner every single working day, since I work one block from the U.S. Treasury Department.
...moved to a place where my parents do not live, where there are trees and frogs but from which I can be in downtown D.C. in thirty minutes even with the late Metro unpleasantness.
...gotten up to 185 Twitter followers. Don't follow me if you don't like libertarian politics. If you do like them, my handle is just my first and last name, all stuck together.
...gotten Matt into Twitter, primarily so he can fume about the Iranian election crisis and find new Penn & Teller videos.
...watched the Obama administration begin to implode. I gave him a year and a half; it has taken less than six months. Win.
...figured out what I want for graduate school: George Washington University, Graduate School of Political Management, Master's in Strategic Public Relations. Not just now. But in the not-unforeseeable future.
...pushed back my wedding date indefinitely, because September was never realistic and because I could only get a twelve-month lease, and I have a roommate to consider. (She rocks. Firefly fan.)
...dragged Matt to the first beach he's visited in twelve years. I'm terrified of seaweed, or at least of it touching me, which he finds HILARIOUS.
...figured out that I make pretty fantastic tacos, if "fantastic" can be a synonym for "artery-nunchucking."
...figured out that I actually don't hate Matt's cats, when he started saying, very seriously, crap like it wasn't fair that I should have to put up with five cats and he was going to list two or three on PetFinder. My allergies are getting better, even. I think I love the selfish little monsters.
...fallen back into my night-owlish ways. Clearly.
...gotten a job that does not require me to take attendance, monitor bathroom visits, or tell any confused victims of public education that no, I do not understand the geometry worksheet either.
...had my first day at that job on the same day as one of the worst public transportation accidents in history. If I were any of you, I would not stand next to me in a lightning storm.
...spent every working day with a bunch of economists for whom complicated equations are the most common form of joke passed along via inter-office email.
...been able to shake my fist in wrath at Timothy Geithner every single working day, since I work one block from the U.S. Treasury Department.
...moved to a place where my parents do not live, where there are trees and frogs but from which I can be in downtown D.C. in thirty minutes even with the late Metro unpleasantness.
...gotten up to 185 Twitter followers. Don't follow me if you don't like libertarian politics. If you do like them, my handle is just my first and last name, all stuck together.
...gotten Matt into Twitter, primarily so he can fume about the Iranian election crisis and find new Penn & Teller videos.
...watched the Obama administration begin to implode. I gave him a year and a half; it has taken less than six months. Win.
...figured out what I want for graduate school: George Washington University, Graduate School of Political Management, Master's in Strategic Public Relations. Not just now. But in the not-unforeseeable future.
...pushed back my wedding date indefinitely, because September was never realistic and because I could only get a twelve-month lease, and I have a roommate to consider. (She rocks. Firefly fan.)
...dragged Matt to the first beach he's visited in twelve years. I'm terrified of seaweed, or at least of it touching me, which he finds HILARIOUS.
...figured out that I make pretty fantastic tacos, if "fantastic" can be a synonym for "artery-nunchucking."
...figured out that I actually don't hate Matt's cats, when he started saying, very seriously, crap like it wasn't fair that I should have to put up with five cats and he was going to list two or three on PetFinder. My allergies are getting better, even. I think I love the selfish little monsters.
...fallen back into my night-owlish ways. Clearly.