dream explosion.

The flurry of activity dies down. I don't know if I'd call it a flurry, or.. something more like a chicken running around without its head. Anyway. chicken is dead. I'm alive. While admitting to the fact that, unfortunately, I will be selling out and closing more doors than I will be opening. I peeked long and hard into some rooms, but maybe I'll find another way back some other time.

I suppose you just can't please some people. Can't juggle them dreams when you're not used to having.

But zooming out from all the details for a second, I get to do a little jig. For come mid-December, I will be gainfully employed. So ends the almost-six-month saga. Give thanks.

Now to work ass off and learn as fast as I possibly can. Zoomzoomzoom. BEEPBEEP.