Rate the pain.

At Physical Therapy today. I hear the PT next to me ask his patient to, "Rate your pain on a scale from one to ten. One being no pain and ten being the most excruciating pain ever." Now, isn't that a question that tells you more about the patient than the pain?

When I was a kid I called her Cindy.

I've realized that a blog is really just an imaginary friend for grown ups. You tell it things, it says absolutely nothing in return. It's what we've all been missing since we were four.

I see.

Bags in trees. Birds in malls.

So, I quit my job.

Isn't that the #1 reason for starting a blog?
Now I'm a freelancer. I love being a freelancer.

You learn a lot working from home. Like, the first day I worked from home I learned that we have a really hot mailman. Then the second day I worked from home I learned that the mailman isn't really that hot, he just has a great back of the head.

This is my first entry.

I am blogging.
I'm a blogger.
I blog.