Waving (not drowning yet)

In-laws in town till Monday. School doesn't start till Wednesday. Cats have roundworm. Send porn and chocolate.

There was a boy who lived in my dorm in college -- not a handsome boy, but a funny one, one of the many small intermittent crushes of my college years. He sang "If They Could See Her Through My Eyes" (from "Caberet") for the dorm talent show. He used to wear a silver chain around his neck, and I remember very vividly watching him one day and seeing that his pulse made the chain move a little bit.

Wow, that sounds like a memorial, doesn't it? but he's not dead, he's just gone corporate. In today's alumni magazine, it tells me he's been promoted to a new job where he oversees business operations and administration, coordinates business units, directs strategy for brand extension, new media, and product development, and partners with the international leadership team to support the worldwide growth of the brands.

I'm kind of relieved there's no photo.

Also relieved that, however far I may have fallen short of living up to my potential, I am not doing any service to any brands at the moment.