Crumble.

The tremble, the nausea, the weight loss, the odd sleep pattern, and other complaints turned out to be anemia. According to the note on the bloodwork results my doctor sent me, I am "most definitely anemic." This is not something I ever thought would be associated with my person. Other people become anemic. I avoid red meat because of the heart disease in my family. Looks like it backfired.

Work is picking up. I can say with confidence that I am being challenged by my job. It's kind of exciting, really. I would much rather manage people instead of processes, though. If all goes well I have ten months to go. My goal is the experience, not the employment. It is too early to say if I'd accept a full-time offer. I'm not that experienced.

Nothing else has changed. I am in a holding pattern. Grady is getting fat and constantly begs for food. There is nothing else I can share at the moment -- I'm running out of steam (@#!! anemia) and really need to get some sleep.

You are all in my thoughts. I celebrate with your happinesses, ache with your pains, and contemplate the observations. Fuck, I'm tired.