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It turns out that my ability to judge my finances is even worse than I originally thought.

I thought I had a couple of years left before I’d need to get a job but moving to New York kind of destroyed my funds in a very dramatic and annoying fashion. So I need to get a job.

Now if only I could decide what I wanted to do this decade that would be great.

Ugh...I hate when the new ones think they're the baddest thing ever to walk around at night calling themselves Dracula or Lestat or whatever's the hip vampire name this week. Seriously, the newbies are kinda pathetic...and by kinda, I mean extremely. I mean, really, I'm kind of a professional at this. It's almost depressing when it's over with as soon as it starts.

Well then. Guess I'm back. Who missed me?

This....where am I?

How..did I get here?

Okay! That article is done! Gosh, I am just glad because my editor was totally going a little bit crazy, but now it's done and he can stop sending emails with annoyed emoticons. Seriously...I think I have the only boss who uses emoticons to express his frustration. It's actually pretty cool.

So now I get to celebrate finishing that article by...writing another article. Exciting, yes, I know. Oh, who am I kidding? I love it.

Jess? Coffee? With the added option of conversation? This would...you know...be both of us getting coffee at the same location, ideally. Not just the idea of coffee. I'm a big fan of coffee as a concept, but...yeah. If you want.

Well then. I guess you can never go too far.

Least Ironhide is here.

Okay now what the hell is going on?


This just ain't cool.

So, Roslin, how are you settling in?

Where the hell am I and how did I get here?

Rose? Pete? Mickey?

Will someone please tell me how I managed to get from my living room where I was watching TV to wherever the bleeding hell this place is?!