This past week, I started a second full time job. During the day, I do case management for people with severe mental illness; at night, I’m a typesetter. This second job goes from 5:00pm to 1:30am, at which point I make the 35 minute drive home. I feel like I went on an especially unrewarding beer binge. (All the hangover and general cognitive stupor, without any of the brief feeling of camaraderie/fun/hooking up with potentially unsavory characters.) As such, expect posting – at least until one job or the other falls apart, or I do – around here to be infrequent, possibly incomprehensible, and likely written from a place of very deep irritation with the world around me.
Of course, with all notices regarding posting frequency, this may prove completely untrue.