Dammit, Slipperperons …

It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order. – Ann Beattie I’ve been lodged on hangnail mode for months now, maybe since I was laid off. Part of me…

When I was a kid, my family’s house was on two acres of wooded land. There was a creek that divided the land into roughly equal acres. The creek had cut a deep cleft into the land over the millennia, and so I had a deep wooded valley almost directly behind my house to play…

Clueless Wonder, Saturday 6:30 Saturday morning, as I set off for work. At least one of us was content. It was a long Saturday at work. For some reason, there was no net connection all day, so I was forced to manufacture my own amusements between tasks. I took advantage of the temporarily dry morning…

It has been a trying day in the office. I swear that both The Mouth and Minion are on time-release formulas. Just when their effects begin to wear off they suddenly release a whole new dose of themselves. For anyone who thinks badly of me, this entry should pretty much ice their cake for them….

So I’ve been sitting on the Dear Diary Update Diary page since April 8th (no exaggeration) trying to compose an entry. For some reason I tend to freeze when I actually sit down to write something these days. I think I’m finally realizing that I’m not as interesting as I think I am. Under “Regrets”,…

Well, if nothing else, I’m at least accumulating a string of letters after my name. I’ve applied for my first job as a CPhT today. It’s at a pharmaceutical service that supplies long term nursing care facilities, which need completely different packaging than home health care or hospitals. They want experience, but I think I…