I've recently taken down my X-mas tree that I've had up in my apartment since December 2005. I talked to my boss yesterday, put in my notice & my last day at work will be November 30th, 2007. She even said she'd write me a recommendation & is letting me take my two week vacation in late October. Heck yes. So right now I'm just looking around for new adobe huts & a place to throw me some skrilla - I've gotten some good offers so far.
Sup Austin, TX.? I'll see you soon.
Yet why do I get this feeling like something is gonna happen & I'll get run over by a bus? Maybe attacked by a heard of rabies crazed tree sloths? Hmmmmmmm....
P.S. - This is what happens to your right foot after a silly night out with the girls: