Another weekend spent working. And to think that if I weren't so dedicated to making money and such like that, I could have been home last night watching The Unsinkable Molly Brown with the unsinkable Debbie Reynolds. How better could I spend a Saturday night...Valentine's Day and all? With any luck, the last five days will pay the rent and give me some breathing room. Still, I enjoy it. I'm formatting documents for another pharmaceutical submission, and though I've been doing this for more or less four years, I am realizing that this may be my calling. I wouldn't consider it to be a profession, but I really like it. It's a pain in the ass, but I find it somehow fulfilling. There are worse things I could do...
