Marijuana for me.

Let the annals of time show that I would much rather be right next to my girl than across an ocean. When will I see you again?

The weather outside is absolutely gorgeous (although not as much as my Eriko) – where am I? I’m inside moving my logfiles around. Logfiles don’t care what the weather is like, OK?! ;P

Or, rather, a diary entry daily ensures the detailed chronology of my life so that when I have children they can look at it ruefully and lament – “Dad, you were such a DORK!” “Yes,” I will calmly respond. “Unfortunately for you, genetic therapy hasn’t improved enough. You’re dorks too!” Kids. What a thought. I’m 24 now. Twenty four. I am quite happy to have made it this far. I’m very excited for what life has in store for this next year. ;P

where art thou? why does thou eludeth me? what is it thou wisheth me to knoweth? ;P

Today I had the pleasure of attending a one-on-one interview at the WSU office. It was fascinating. After waiting for an hour, I learned that I need to be more pro-active in looking for a job. 80% of available jobs are not listed. I need to use clever tactics (i.e. pretending to do research) in order to make contact with the important people who are actually going to give me the job. I’ll do my best, WSU!