Heathen Jesus Will Twist Your Nipples

Now that could be taken two ways: Racially or Religiously. I could be talking about Jesus, a heathen version of the man who inspired Christianity, or I could be talking about Jesus, a backwoods heathenistic hispanic man with a pension for torture... Take it as you will (and preferrably in the way that least offends you).

Some days I notice that it seems my right hand and left hand are in a race while I am typing. Every now and then one gets a little ahead of the other and when trying to type Smith, for example, I type Smtih. It's like my left hand is saying, "HA! Eat that right hand I am just as important and quick as you!" (I say this being that I am right hand dominant.) It gets annoying after awhile... But it's good to be slightly ambidextrous.

Yesterday was a blast... No. Poor Renee was out sick with a cold. To be helpful I attempted to work some collections (R is working quite a few units... I don't know how she does it.) By ten-ish I was ready to gouge my eyes out with paper clips. In two hours I remembered exactly why collections is one of about three things I DO NOT do in this office. I do everything else instead. Yea, it was fun....

Last night, Collin and I went for our typical post-work walk. As we were leaving the house it was sprinkling ever so lightly. I figured it would stop quickly, as all the other showers had that afternoon. WRONG! As we were reaching Englewood Park it started to rain more, and by the time we made our loop through the park to head home it was practically pouring. Naturally, when we were almost home it finally started to let up... We were soaked when we walked through the door. Advantage to living on our own: (after closing the blinds in the living room) we were able to take off the wet clothes as soon as we walked through the door. Fun...

I guess I should get to work, we (Renee and I) get to do interviews today! WooHoo!!