Posted this without a title. My bad.

Well, that's disappointing.

I just looked through a cool photo series (at http://irinawerning.com/back-to-the-fut/back-to-the-future/) about recreating old pictures with the same subjects 20- 30 years after the fact. I was going to suggest it specifically to a friend of mine to check, but then retreated.

I had trouble sleeping last night, mostly because I was excited to start a job today. Only a few hours of rest, but I still woke up in direct competition with the alarm clock. I had a big breakfast. I made a PB+J sandwich for lunch.

I got a ride down, I was 20 minutes early so I could be 15 minutes early and look like a genius (apparently, if you're 15 minutes early for work all the time, you're golden. I'm not nuts about it, but I'm getting with that program. At least today.).

I introduced myself to a few people. Hung up my coat. Then walked out with the, I don't know, floor manager, so that we could take a seat outside for him to tell me I DIDN'T have a job.

New management, new rules, I feel terrible about this.

So back into the store I go, to pick up my coat.

"With an unexpectedly free day, a metropass good for a few hours yet, and a sandwich to my name, what should I do now?"

I thought about calling up some people to hang out with, but didn't do that either.

It's been a year and eleven days since I've started this thing, writing this "blog" I mean. I still don't care for that word. What have I learned about myself? I don't know. I still like my goofy jokes. So that's something.

AAAAAUGHSKDGHDKNBAKLNGLKNSLG. There we go, I can deal with that degree of freaking out. It's better than whatever sentence I was going to try.