There may be a small period of adjustment

I'm still adjusting to this whole regular job thing. There are now many hours in my day when I am not checking my gmail, reading blogs, Twittering, checking the Sox scores (ugh!), or otherwise causing brain atrophy. Also, heels! What the hell? Why did I ever decide they were a good idea? Oh, right, because I'm massively short and no pants will fit me. And, apparently, I need to bowl more often because I've been sore ever since I kicked J.R.'s butt.