I live in a shoebox

It would be inappropriate to see how long I can keep up Kate Miller-Heidke song lyrics for subjects that are mildly relevant to the posts at hand, but I have a feeling that will be in the spirit of this blog.  Inaugural post ahoy.

This will show as published July 20th, but for me it’s still the 19th because I’m at work and when one works 3rd shift, for the sake of brains one must have some semblance of a regular day.  I’m afraid I won’t be able to say much more about where I work, specifically, in the interests of not getting dooced, but third shift sucks and am looking for other work.  Do you want to give me a job?  Yes?  Good.  Please to be hiring me.

Yes.  Anyway, digression monster, it’s the 19th and that means that Kitty left today.  Got an email from Mom asking how I’m doing.  The answer is, um, not so awesome.  It’s been a pretty shitty week altogether, and we were both snotty because we knew it was going to end in a plane soon and we both hate that, so there was a lot of unnecessary bickering that I profoundly regret.  I had a bad doctor appointment that I’m not quite ready to discuss on teh intarwebs just yet–still processing, need visualizations–and Prosper is getting very, very big.  And very, very teething, as the Hello Kitty bandaid on my arm can attest (he was pissed off that I was gone all day driving to and from DC/the airport and returned without one of his humans).

I promised Kit Iwould blog, and so I shall.  The intention is that this blog will be semi-personal, with commentary and trackbacks to articles and posts I find interesting on other posts from blogs I frequent.  We’ll see how this experiment turns out.