Take job. Learn, leave, then love the next. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful; there’s really no cause-effect relationship there. Instead, hate me because I love my work and really, can’t shut up about it. Haven’t even had time to blog: it’s that good. I’d rather be working. Seriously. How screwed up is that? I bill 20-25 hours a week, but am OBSESSED and work, dream, and brain dump about this