Why is it that I rarely get the urge to blog until the time I really should be nestled in bed reading some tres fun novel before drifting off into dreamland? Instead I decide that now is the perfect time to post my thoughts. Not that there is really much of a point since my irregular blogging habit has resulted in a myriad of disgruntled readers who probably don't even look here anymore. Sorry everyone. I am a disappointment as a blogger.
I am a bit amazed with my life right now. As average and boring it is, I am pretty pleased with it. My temp job is a blast and I work with some great people. I have been out and about catching up with lots of people that I have neglected. I am back at the gym again without an ounce of guilt about doing that instead of writing some crazy long document that somehow qualified me to be called Master (I stil get a kick out of that). I still have no real permanent prospects in the job market, but I am plopping my applications all over the place so someone somewhere will eventually like me enough to hire me. Oh yeah, and there is a pretty conspicuous absence in my life right now... stress rarely makes an appearance, which after the past several years is a nice change. People have actually remarked to me how much happier I look, so I must be doing something right.
Mom and Dad are coming up on the weekend for my convocation ceremony. I skipped my undergrad one, but this one seems a bit more important to me. It still feels like a bit of a hassle and I know the ceremony will be long-winded, but it will be worth it.