Alright...

1) February was a crazy month. There's really no other way around it. Big news as of now, I'm leaving my job. I haven't posted about it on here for a while, because well, it's sucked. Not like all at once, but it's been snowballing for a while. It's definitely the right decision. Looking at it now, I don't see how I lasted as long as I did.

As March begins, I feel somewhat rejuvenated. I'm not sure why, but I haven't felt this good in some time. I think my job had a lot to do with it. Some things I didn't like about the job:

a) Office had 2 windows, each approx. 1 foot by 1 foot.
b) Real bad ventilation.
c) Working with 5 other women, and 1 dude.
d) No one really talking with me.
e) The subject matter.
d) Not getting trained correctly.

Some things I will miss:

a) The location. The corner of Broadway and Houston.
b) Getting to see stuff before it came out.
c) Learning new things (there was very little of this after the two months).

2) As of now, it's back to job searching. I feel very behind at this point. About two years. Not that it matters a ton, or I regret any decisions made. This is the way it is.

3) As I use my Mac more, I'm really enjoying it.

4) Tonight on the radio, I heard The Who's, "Who Are You". Trey, Mike, Marco, and Joe played this when I saw them last summer. Basically brought the house down, covering the song note for note, with Mike strapping on the acoustic for a few bars.

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair

Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin

I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way

Who are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees

I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?