i think i love matt smith… he’s essentially me. but with a penis.
Day four at the new job… I can’t wait for the day when I’m counting it in years and not days. It’s a good fit.
Seriously, though, I don’t know why I bother with recruiters. So fucking useless. I’ve enjoyed telling them I’m employed now.
My jeans are getting big on me. I’m taking that as a sign that the workouts are working… I’m assuming, too, that means that I will be ready for the GORUCK. Wooooooooo!!!!!
June 8th is both coming too quickly, and not quickly enough.
Next weekend, I’m Albany bound. I think I may swing through Connecticut on my way home… there’s a boy I need to see.
Order has been restored to my life.
And it is good.
Very. Very. Good.