Inaugural post

I have no idea how many people are going to read this blog, ever. But I suppose in the interest of maintaining at least some semblance of communication with all of my friends from college with whom I have been recently parted, I might as well at least give this a shot. Most of you, I'm sure, didn't care about the minutiae my life while I was in Blacksburg, so I can't see why you'd be any more interested in it now that I'm NOT in Blacksburg - but, I suppose, to each his own.

I spent today doing . . . . very little. It was still hot, but my mother decided that she wanted to steam clean the basement carpet so I went to pick up the steam cleaner for her. I spent most of the afternoon actually just sitting around, occasionally practicing my horn. Then I ate dinner, went for my usual evening run, and cleaned my room. And that brings us to right now.

In all honesty, I'm growing very tired of the monotony. I know there are a lot of things I could be doing, but I feel like I really ought to be at work. I went to a luncheon last week for a couple of the uniforms in my office who are being rotated out or retiring within the next month - and it only made me feel more like all the sitting around I've been doing on this 'break' between school and the rest of my life has been utterly worthless. I'm not the sort of person who deals well with extended vacations, and a month off without any sort of meaningful work (aside from painting my room and breaking down the tree house) is causing me to go nearly insane.

I guess I'll post more tomorrow, or certainly within the next few days. Alexander is supposed to come home tonight, so hopefully tomorrow he and I can hash out . . . . whatever our trip is going to entail, if it is even going to happen (I grow more skeptical of that by the day). I'm also eagerly awaiting the official job offer from the army. . .my office promised me that I'd be able to come on board on the 23rd, but CPOL still hasn't gotten the paperwork worked out - so right now, I'm in limbo. And the beat rolls on. . .