Oh. I seem to have said everything I wanted in the subject line.

Can you tell I'm writing this on my lunch break at work?

Today my boss is out of town, and my supervisor Matt is home sick. The entire studio is mine. There is no Master's Whip to drive my work forward. So very little work is being done. If there is a keylogger on this computer the previous sentence will undoubtedly end my career, but it's a risk I'm willing to take for you: the Livejournal Audience. This is how much I love you all. Be thankful, and take a moment to reflect.

What can I write about. Ah, yes. The apartment hunt goes well. A phone call from Century 21 indicates that the one I want can be mine, and if all goes well the papers should be faxed to my home tonight. If things work out and I sign the dotted line I'll have a new home. I'm going to name it The Clappery.

Come for the food. Stay for the Clapp.

This is my Livejournal's maiden post. I'm doing this to spy on my friends, but that's only because I trust them so much.