I started reading a book a few weeks ago written by a chick who got all of
these degrees and then started blogging instead of using those degrees.
It's called A Homemade Life, I think. I put it down and can't find it, so I didn't finish it yet. It will turn up and I'll finish it, despite the fact that I wasn't enjoying it. I don't like to not finish books. I thought if she could blog about the crap she wrote a book about, so could I. Blog, not write a book. Anyway, here I am. Blogging. I have
to tell you, it's not very exciting. I don't really know what I'm doing,
though. I'm a rambler, so I'll just ramble a bit and call it a blog.
I quit my job on Friday. I mean, I worked a two-week notice, I didn't just walk out. Friday was my last day. I didn't have another job lined up before I quit, though, and that was a little dumb. Only a little because I worked there almost two years and it made me miserable just about every minute of those almost two years. It's weird to think that I don't have to go to work tomorrow. I do have to get up early. I'm driving Sasha (my cat) up to New Hampshire to have her leg amputated. I'm scared that it's a tumor and that it's spread and that the when the vet calls to tell me how it went, he will tell me that he put her to sleep while she was under because the cancer had spread so much. Or that she died when they put her under anesthesia. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little paranoid. It gets worse when I'm stressed out, and I'm really stressed out. I'm about to move and I don't know how it's going to affect Sasha. I hope she heals a lot before we move. And I hope I find a job.
