It kills me that the very title of Anna Nalick's "Breathe (2 AM)" violates AP style, but I've listened to that song 27 times today, and god damn it, life really is like an hourglass glued to the table.

Gah. For the past few days, I've done nothing but strip-mine retarded pop songs and romantic comedies for overarching themes relevant to my life experience. Consider just for a moment that I changed my ring tone to Michael Jackson's "Thriller," not because of the verdict, but because I watched "13 Going On 30" three times in a row on Sunday. (If you haven't seen this movie, rent it immediately! Not only will you understand this joke, but you'll also find that the character's sudden transformation into a 30-year-old fashion magazine editor is a huge metaphor for life.)

I need to go to bed. Tomorrow is my first day in the office, and although I cannot blog about (or during) work, I will say that I'm as excited and eager as I am nervous. Wish me luck!