My senior year in college, I worked as in intern in Washington, D.C. No, not one of those kinds of internships. I spent two days a week at a little media group that tended to work with leftish non-profits, or not-for-profits, or whatever you call 'em. When I worked there, I formed one notion of what I wanted to achieve after college: A job in Washington, D.C., an office with a big window, and a reasonably comfortable life. I was essentially shooting for a job as a newsletter editor and a nice place to live in Northern Virginia. You know what? For awhile, I had all of that. Today, though, I lost the office. I now reside from nine to five in a smaller, danker office without a window. And...um...well, there's this STENCH... Yes, friends, life just keeps getting better and better. And better. ('Sokay, ya'll. I got my eyes on the prize. I'll get there someday.)