So... that's what work feels like

After four years of dying a slow mental death, I was rudely reminded what it's like to have to be sharp and smart for 8+ hours of work today.

I. Am. Tired.

As is my lifelong tradition, I slept oh so badly the night before starting a new job (or class, vacation, etc). Morning came too quickly.

I was in my first meeting, where I was expected to offer my expert analysis, before my first hour had passed. I was... sharp enough to cut, but no real danger to anyone.

My master plan of blogging over lunch was thwarted when I had to attend a lunch meeting (FREE SUBWAY!!!) and again show off my brilliance of media matters.

So, I come before you now, Freedom Fiends, with a fair amount of research paper left to write for tomorrow's class, trash that needs dragged to the curb, and a suit to be selected for the morn'.

With great apologies, I'm afraid I have to ask your patience while I adapt to the new workload, longer (yet faster) commute, and other media competing for my time.

I will leave you with the following thoughts:

-- A theater in a shopping center festooned with "no guns" signs gets robbed... No surprise. I hope Seldin finally wises up and pulls those silly assed signs down. How about ghunnies, if we offered to buy each sign from Seldin for $10, who'd chip in?

-- I forget if I said this, but I now work in a legislatively mandated GFZ. I don't like it, but had to take this job. I will continue my fight for gun rights from the inside of my church/hospital/jail/school/bar/courtroom post.

-- Did I mention I have scads of homework, no sleep, and trash to tend to?

Bear with me, Freedom Fiends, as the newness fades and pattern establishes itself, blogging will return to normal... er... Normal for me, at least.