good form

Montreal is hot this week, unbelievably hot for October. Indian Summer, so they say. I think summer is being lengthened because I was never supposed to spend another fall in this city. But that's just my theory.

I have am now working for the first time in months. Why do the days seem so much longer? Seriously, what is up with that? I start work (menial beyond description) and all of a sudden I am getting more done. I am going to bed maybe an hour earlier, but I get up at least five hours earlier. Who knew there was so much day to be had?
I would love to write all about the new career path, but unfortunately I signed many a confidentiality agreement. I'll still share the interesting bits, but nothing good has happened yet. Nothing. Not a thing.

Except I am training with a girl that I knew (of) since we come from the same small town. And I only know (of) her because she got a tatoo of her boyfriend's name (they got matching ones, in fact) while he was sleeping with my good friend, Bernard. Of course I have not said anything along the lines of, i remember you. your boyfriend used to date my friend, bernardo. That would be bad form, right? I thought so.

I want to leave. I want to leave! I am ready to go now.