Stage Two cometh

I just finished the preliminary stage of my book, A Bad Lad in Costa Rica. This stage was, basically, transcribing the contents of my hand-written journal into a computer document. It took a while, there's about 15,000 words. The journal section of the book is going to remain unedited, grammatical errors, swear words and misinformed judgments, all in their natural form. It's funny looking back at the things I wrote, because there are some pretty harsh comments about the country itself and some of the people in it. But, as I will explain in the book, much of the journal is subject to my mental state at the time, and editing it for correctness or fairness would detract from the authenticity.
So I'm following through on my goal. Feels weird.

Step to it

So I just got home from my first successful job interview as a post-college gentleman. I will be beginning my internship at Health and Fitness magazine next week. Hopefully it'll lead to a full time job some time in the future, should the opportunity present itself. If it doesn't, I don't mind breaking thumbs and/or digging graves to make it happen.
The office itself has a nice, relaxed vibe. More roomed-off than the setup of shows like The Office, but I'm sure it will be plenty ready for countless head-shaking workspace situations. If anything, I feel like I'll be laughing by myself a lot, without much support from the slightly older staff. I'll be 'the young intern', but hopefully will climb my way to being 'office hottie/office slut' as soon as possible. Now is the time to garner some good experience in things such as editing, deadlines, interviews, etc., so that I'll eventually be prepared to hit the ground running with a bigger publication, on some pretty solid standards.
Still, it's a milestone, I'm proud of myself, and it's a hint of structure at a point in my life when I absolutely need it.

H-town nugga

Well sirs I just arrived back in Houston yesterday evening to help my Dad with some much-needed work in and around the house. I spent a pretty pointless week in San Marcos, the operative word being "spent", where most of my remaining, dwindling funds were used for Subway and 'forties'. How very cosmopolitan.
Hopefully I have some new cash coming my way though: my Dad is going to be paying me for these odd-jobs, and I should be getting some money back from the Hotel Valencia debacle. So that will be nice, although as soon as money goes into my wallet it tends to fall directly out the other side as quickly as possible.
I'm taking a break from the labor right now. Sometimes it feels good to get your hands dirty and your brow sweaty. I feel like a man, or at least a lumberjack's boyfriend. So now here I sit, taking a break from a couple hours of work, a Budweiser in my hand a nice couch for company.
Good chat.