A Second Impression

I should start off by apologizing to my one reader for the lapse in updates over the past twenty months. So, Myself, I am sorry to me for not posting anything since January 30, 2008. I'm especially apologetic for not commenting on the following things:

1. I got to work for the ACLU and, in a strange twist of destiny, a few months later was asked out, via phone, by an ACLU street solicitor who couched his pass in terms of "getting together and talking about the issues." I believe this means my eventual position for the ACLU has been mandated by the heavens/stars/fates/deities/ whatevers, even if I did decline the date.
2. I was kicked out of an apartment by a person who owned plus-sized dream catchers and hung them up without a hint of irony. I ended up living in Midwood in a room without heat and with a Finnish woman who stored lasagna in the oven instead of the refrigerator.
3. I had to live in DC for three months. To spice things up, my landlords, a married couple who lived in the house above my basement apartment, fought constantly and passionately. It was amusing until the night my landlady ham-handedly tried to provoke my landlord into hitting her over the course of a few hours.
4. I took the bar exam. In Buffalo. That's all that needs to be said.
5. Ted Kennedy died, and in a weird betrayal of Joyce Carol Oates' Blackwater (that is to say, Mary Jo Kopechne), I cried. PRESIDENT OBAMA (that's right) eulogized him.
6. I am now a brunette. I can say that with confidence and without hesitation. Seven years of ambivalence about my hair color status has finally ended. Let a new day dawn.

But why have I finally started to write again you (I) may ask (myself)? Most likely because I am graduated, virtually unemployed, and incredibly bored. Maybe searching my life for interesting things to write about will give me some reason not go vie into the call of a life of perpetual bathrobe-wearing, Wife Swap-watching, ennui.