It’s past 6:00 PM and I”m at my desk waiting. Killing time, more accurately. We finished Important-Quarterly-Project earlier than anticipated, but too late to reschedule UPS. Quarterly-project was a more hellish process than usual and I once again demonstrated my talents in Copy Machine repair.

I had an epiphany on Monday night regarding my somewhat newfound vehement desire to move to DC: I blame the West Wing. In a very short period of time, I watched all seven seasons of the West Wing (which I had never seen before) and became obsessed. My history shows that I am an EXTREMELY suggestible person. This can be seen as both good and bad. On one hand, DC is the best place for me, career wise (if I can ever get a freaking job) and I have always known this. However, I have discounted DC because I didn’t “like” DC (translation: it’s not NYC). And it’s true, I still might have some lukewarm feelings for DC itself. Therefore, West Wing has helped me to have a more positive view of my potential future city.

On the other hand, I just shouldn’t be so fucking suggestible.