You don't know what you want until you see it, and then you can't live without it, unless you have what some superhumans call "self control"... whatever that is.
Right now, I'm trying to find a way to tell my wife that we're moving to my mother's
apartment in New Jersey until I climb, scratch, bribe, outwit, outlast, or even earn
(what the heck) my way into a job in this
office.
That office takes my cubicle, calls it out to the curb, and beats the living daylights
out of it... without even breaking a sweat. Being located in the greatest
city in the world doesn't hurt either.
Joel (or anyone that knows him), if you're listening... I'm waiting.
- G
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