Vague shapes outlines in blurs

Today in real life I attended a mandatory eight-hour Emergency First Aid course to fulfil my promotion requirement as a manager at a movie store. You never know when someone might suffer a burn in the Drama aisle, after all. I heard the critics' reviews can be quite...acidic. Anywho, I got a perfect score on the final exam and now I'm officially certified in First Aid until May 2013. I get a neat little card to keep in my wallet and everything. I think I'll have it laminated.

Today on the internets I realize this blog has gotten just over 1200 hits and, although I find myself wondering where you're all coming from, want you to know I fully appreciate your reading along just the same. Seriously. Thank you. Even though every blog post, every LJ entry, and every tweet is akin to shouting self-important musings to the wind in the egotistical belief that anyone in this world gives a shit about your existence, it's nice to know that once in a while someone out there's listening.

Today in fiction I am once again stuck in a rut. This isn't good.