Field of Dreams

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all.  Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me.  And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff.  What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if…

So what do you want to do with your life?

*echo*your life, your life, your life??? *echo* Ah, the National Certification Exam.  For a potentially certified  massage therapist, it is the test of all tests.  No matter how good one is with their hands, it all comes down to the comprehension and memorization of detailed anatomy and physiology.   Suprise, surprise:  we don’t sit around and…

Not really Crazy.

No, I’m really not. My new living arrangement is pretty cool.  The dishwasher is practically silent compared to the racket of the one at my previous residence.  I’m not crazy.  But my landlord (hereafter referred to as ‘penis’)  is a huge waste of space and air.  He could be a likeable human, if  he was a…