movin' on up

life is good and it's only getting better. i try not to be one of those people who assumes that something awful lies eerily around the corner, but i am starting to worry a little. i get to finally finish my master's degree, the possibility of writing for publication is being strongly encouraged all around me, including by people who definitely know what they are talking about. now i may have a real life big girl job just thrust at me for free, alleviating the need to ever again repeat the word "budbudlightbudselectcoordslightmillerlitegoldenlighthoneywiessbluemoon-amberbockandsummit". although, as many of my friends know, i will likely always have a job that demands something similar. a tavern wench i am and a tavern wench i shall always be.

anyway, as i said, i am trying to avoid the thought-plague that something terrible is pending. but i couldn't help but mention to karol yesterday that i am a little concerned i might be hit by a bus or something equally comedically tragic. karol said, "what color is the bus?" a real softy, ms. griffin.