I have been working at Crittenden Research, Inc. for three weeks now, and my cubical still looks like a storage space for lots of wires, an old computer, two desks, a stack of papers, and some reference books. BORING! My eyes have become so accustomed to grey and white, I get dizzy when I go outside and see the colors--or maybe it's the fresh air getting to my head.

And they told me yesterday that they'd like me to start reporting in the next few weeks -- veyr good news. Yet, how can I be a creative reporter in this tiny, colorless box?!

So this is my plan: I am having an office welcome party and everyone is invited. But you have to bring me a gift. I am registered at Borders and Office Depot. I await my presents with eager expectation.

The housing search is also going very poorly. I found a boat I can rent at a decent rate. Living on a boat might fulfill a dream, but I'm not sure if it is a dream I want to fulfill right now . . . I need some solutions. This hour + drive in the morning and afternoon is slowly eating away my brains--like the worms from Wrath of Kon.