And yesterday, I started at Reputable Company. Already, things here are far different than at my last two jobs, in that they follow the law and are not mean.

I’m not sure how I’ll end up liking this job—I’ve made fatal premature judgements in the past.

But here’s the thing—I’m busy during the day, I’ve got a steady income, and already things are looking up. And that’s an important distinction between now and the past two years.

This year is going to be different. I can feel it. I’m getting my groove back.

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On an entirely different note, this totally rocks, because while I didn’t do the rosemary thing or the peeing, I did dream of Tom Welling on the night in question. He had his arm around me and we were watching puppies play in my Dad’s yard. I’m not even kidding. You can't make that shit up.

Not only was it the best. Dream. Ever. But I so can’t wait to marry him!

[Dammit, I'm writing this from the new job and I don't have access to my TV Nation stats. So, I'll just make one up.]

100% of me is thrilled with the prospect of marrying Tom Welling, and would like to get started on that immediately.

There.