I know it’s been awhile. I’m sorry. My brain feels like an overripe peach that’s rotting on the stem. Except perhaps not so full of sweetness and insects. My temping days are down into the single digit range and there is light at the end of the teal blue tunnel. Who invented the cubicle? I shout into Google. Robert Propst, as it turns out.
But I am registered for my courses, bought my still-obscenely overpriced textbooks from Abebooks, and am currently cruising the back to school sales for nerdy gear. Only two weeks and I get to have the enormous priviledge of being where I want to be while the office goes on without me. I’ll miss the food. Is it lunchtime yet?
Tune in for further updates on my stream of consciousness as the synapses try to remember how to fire. Wake up!