Fucking, man, up at 6 a.m. (Although, I guess in Boston right now it’s still a leisurely 9 a.m.) Barely slept last night in nervous anticipation of the first day at work.

Just about 11 months to the day of sitting in a psychologist’s office lightly chatting about Lenny Bruce and bad office politics. Almost a full year of my own timetable.

The worst part of the first day at a new place is all of the necessary new person questions, not least of which is “Where’s the bathroom?”

I hope the other kids like me and someone let’s me eat at their table in the cafeteria.