Dr. Wilson

Hello my pretties. Well maybe I'll just have to post as Ganddaddy West until I become a granddaddy myself. I've invought myself four times now and this blog still refuses to show up for me. I suppose I was born to suffer.
Well, I'm still delivering pizza but I quit my other job. Fortunately, I still make as much as Amelia most nights, so I'm good. I've kind of given up finding a job in the game industry that I'm qualified for, so I'm resigned to finding a tech-writing job now. Kelli will be so happy. Speaking of Kelli, did you ever find out about that naming crisis you were having Chels? We're lucky that we decided to keep the professors out of here - if they saw all the grammatical and spelling atrocities going on they'd have a heart attack. Yes, the plural would have a singular. Wahoo.
So, I haven't posted in forever because we didn't have the internet at my house until my father got here. Of course, all the innovations occur when he needs them. The rest of my family is here too, whereas it's summer. My sister just got married over the weekend and it seems to be catching like the plague. Marriage left and marriage right. So, I've decided that, if I don't end up getting a real job by fall, then I'm going to go back to school. Blech, I know. Well, that's just the way of it. Educate yourself until you can't anymore and then it's sink or swim. I suppose I could always just end up a professor.
Dr. Wilson
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