Too Tired to Think of a Title

Who wants to see random photos? You do, you do! The first one was taken in Bellingham (Bellingham Bay with the San Juan Islands in the background).

My apartment needs a few finishing touches. Here's a partial view of the living room:

I know you're probably getting sick of views from my apartment, but I'm not. Isn't it amazing that the building in the foreground is a high school in Tacoma, Washington? I think this picture looks like it could have been taken in a European capital.

As far as what's going on in my life, work has been...odd. Our corporate culture is becoming frightningly aggressive. We WILL have fun! We WILL have fun in the way we are told to have fun! We WILL be happy! We WILL be the most powerful enrollment entity the universe has ever known! No wonder I'm tired. What I'm not sure how to explain is why I'm having food cravings that border on the surreal. I mean, what non-pregnant woman (or any human on the planet for that matter) craves things like grapefruit sections with hot fudge? Two or three times a day at work, I'll walk into the aisle and announce my latest craving: I want...watermelon with Bacos. In a parfait glass, I want sauerkraut, no, I want a Whopper. Wait, I've got it, a Whopper with sauerkraut. I want the grapefruit and hot fudge I mentioned earlier to be on a base of pound cake. No, wait, pound cake that's been soaked in Frangelica! I hardly know what Frangelica is. I think I had it once, in 1993 or something. Where am I coming up with these things?