Lots to report and not much at all. I'm loving my new job, and just hoping it keeps going well - which is all I'm going to say about it because I also read Dooce. My brother is in the hospital and has been for the past four days for a bone infection that both my father and myself told him was probably just growing pains. Go us. And his friends told him he was being wimpy for complaining about, before we knew what it was. He should be fine however and will probably be discharged in a day or two, finally, so I'm glad he finally got the help he needed and it wasn't worse. And he can hopefully milk this for all he's worth with his friends and teachers. He has earned it.
Then there's the fact that I'm quite annoyed with my sister for something very petty and yet I can't help being annoyed. I've been asking her to visit me in NY for a year and a half, but she keeps playing the busy and broke card. Well, guess who went on vacation to Philadelphia. Obviously she can go wherever she wants, but I can also be pissed about it if I want. If she doesn't understand why being considered less important to visit then (probably, I'm guessing) a boy she barely knows, then she needs to turn her brain back on.
But anyway, I've gone this past year from not working but wanting to, working in my field but barely getting paid, working and getting paid but in a job outside my field that I was severely overqualified for, to finally working in my field in a job that I'm thrilled about. Things with my bf are going well, though he is going through his own drama, and my family is relatively ok, bone infections aside. So right now, life is looking pretty positive.