Fur Coat Itches When Damp With Dew or Blood

So, this is my first attempt at maintaining a web-log. I've got quite a few journals that are two and three entries running with gaps of years between them so perhaps this will end up the same way...except that it's online and anyone can read it and I'll probably save all the juicy stuff for the paper-bound, analog version under my bed.

 

I'm going to advertising school now in hopes that I can finally remove myself from the drudgery of the corporate world once and for all. You'd think my gumption and raw talent would be enough for me to sail into a paradisiacal future...come to find out the boat I rented from the shifty, one-eyed man in the harbor who smelled of fish and vinegar had a hole in the bottom about the size of a pomegranate. So, ad school is the caulk that promises a sailing date two years from now. We shall see...