Monday: I worked, while all my friends with government-contractor jobs had the day off. ::whine::

Tuesday: mostly unremarkable. During west coast this evening, Marco gave the class a styling tip about the step we were learning—but looked directly at me the entire time he was talking. Hmm. (One might be able to argue that I have a modicum of technical skill in WCS. One could not, however, argue that I have any style.)

I now sit huddled over my powerbook, typing far-too-literal descriptions of the events of the last few days before I forget them completely. My back is sore. I wonder if perhaps I should attempt to make witty observations about my world in this blog, rather than just regurgitate the events of my day. I reject the idea, as that might take effort and/or thought.