If I Die

I think the person with the one-entry blog about how they hate me and want to kill me (or maybe they don't, but they like linking to my pictures) might be a good place for police to start investigating. If that person is still reading, let me just say, non-confidentially, that i really don't find the name of your blog funny, mainly because you're not the first to idly joke about causing harm to my life and limb, and the last time I wound up having to go talk to a lawyer. This is obviously really different, but anyway, I ask you to reconsider your choices, anonymous and benign though they may be.

Also, on Friday, I made the potentially life-altering choice of accepting a big corporate job. This has filled me with fear, though I also have a sense that it was absolutely the right decision. It's just strange to think that the last 13 years have been leading up to this, as opposed to leading up to that. Still, one can dream. If one can sleep, that is...