Nevergirl's

Things at the workfront are a little crazy at the moment. we’ve had to take on more people. Before I picked the 10, though, I had to screen about 50 applicants—and that’s way more stressful than I could ever describe here. I had to do the screening within a week, and get all 10 started right away. If we meet the deadline for this launch, I… I don’t know what I will do. I will wander the countryside. I swear to God, I will wander the countryside. I will just be so giddy and happy, and I will maybe try to go around the countryside all dazed and shit, and then go home all drunk with happy thoughts and a strong, strong feeling of accomplishment. Then, I’ll try to invent a tranquilizer-tipped dart gun or maybe Vitamins-fortified wine.

So, things at the workfront have been a little crazy, and I’ve taken to doing weird things to cope with the stress. For instance, I’ve taken to staring at switch plate covers online; arunno why exactly; it isn’t like they would suddenly prove crucial to my continued existence in this side of the hemisphere. Another useless coping mechanism: I just spent the last five minutes reading about a corndog fryer. Yes, a corndog fryer of all things. The copy includes the startling information that “the Hot Dog and Sausage Council says that any Hot Dog 7″ (18 cm) or longer can be called a foot long.” That is just not right. I am frothing with rage against the hot dog machine!

On a not entirely unrelated note, I’m glad I have the best boyfriend in the world. Whenever things go way too crazy for bearing, he asks how he can help. And, I get a hug. And good ‘ol pep talk. And a kiss. And more often than not, a laugh poking fun at how ridiculously childish I can be at times. We’ve been talking about the future a lot; and from where we sit, it looks so bright we can’t look at it without sunglasses (I know; lame metaphor but let’s not nitpick; I’m so happy even lame things seem cute!).

So you see, it scarcely matters that few things really last in this world, that goodbyes are said more often than hellos, that people will try to hurt you or raze down the happiness you’ve found just because, that work sometimes morphs into a monster and the things you have to do just eat up your day week after week; this boy keeps me anchored. He makes me happy to be me.

Oh, and this is us.

Forgive me for this early morning sap. It’s just amazingly wonderful to start over like this, to love and be loved like this.