It's hard to blog. Others may say it's easy but it isn't. I made dinner, we watched Billy Elliott, now I'm trying to write and the words don't come out. I want to write pithy things like Meg but the words just aren't there. I had some grand thoughts this morning...but they're lost in the commute (1/2 hour to 40 minutes in, 40 minutes to an hour home--yes, it sucks). The apartment is in tatters, I get home and just want to veg. Two months off spoiled me for working, that's for sure. The job is going ok, as jobs go. They're very slow to get thing set up (passwords, necessary DB access, etc.) but all in all it's a pretty together place, the process is pretty tight at least. The people are nice, not as community-ish as I"m used to but I'll work on them.