Eyes on the Prize

My eyes really hurt. Far too much exposure to the glow of technological innovation. And I thought flat screens were supposed to help something.

Today I declined a pretty cool job offer. But it was one that I would have been unhappy with. Instead, I await to hear if I am a criminal or not. If I am indeed not a criminal I will be the Quality Improvement Coordinator at the Institute on Aging. Assuming they're telling me the freakin' truth. And if they are...look out world. Eligible bachelor number 1. And shiet, I'm getting a scooter.

Hanoi Hoorider my ass...