Agitated.

Bored. Ugh. Agitated, too. Not sure why.

Sundays.

There is a certain zen to Sundays.It's that magical, short period of time where you forget about Saturday and it hasn't quite clicked that you have to go work on Monday. Just think, what do you do on Sunday?

I'll give you a moment.

I try to relax in my chores. Laundry, ironing, and shining shoes kills a whole afternoon for me. It's my time for music at the ironing board and maybe seeing a movie while putting some polish on my shoes. Oh, the simple things.

Beginnings.

No more journals for this Apronboy, Live or Dead. I do believe I am trendy enough to begin blogging.

*waves at the blogosphere*

I've been encouraged by a few people in the past year or so to start taking photos so I have an easier time remembering where I've been and what I've done. Then it occurs to me, why not jot down a sentence or two about what's going on? Paper will always be the best of listeners; silent and non-judgmental.

This past week was a major milestone for me. I started my first full time job, working as an analyst at a pharmaceutical company. After some training, I'll be an analyst and report writer dealing primarily with the pharmacokinetic results of clinical trials. Neat trick for a math major with no biochem background, huh?

For my next trick, I shall acquire an apartment.