( Big honkin' essay on the Mets... cut for your friend-page pleasure. )

Lots of things clunking around in the ol' brain lately.

#1.   I like my job.   I'm working as a receptionist at an architectural firm (not the one that I worked at two summers ago, though).  I can't help thinking I'm a "Pam."   But then, Pam is pretty kick-ass and she found  Jim.   I don't think I'll find a Jim at this place, though.  That's okay ( Read more... )