peace out

Today, the last day of work at a job I've been at for forever.  Starting in one hour, I'll be at best floundering between underemployed and unemployed, living a budget lifestyle that I think I remember from being 22.

This weekend, 30th birthday.  Feels both like a big deal and exceptionally not a big deal.

Monday at 8am, I start my THIRD year of grad school (end plz?), which will include a lot of making stuff by hand, and a lot of serious, heavy paper writing.

Best way to mark this transitional moment?  In a photobooth, wearing glasses.