I loathe databases. Soul-sucking, mind-numbing, dreary. Thank goodness tomorrow's a clinic day. I don't always get to do something but it's about 10 times as interesting as this. On top of that, my boss keeps changing her mind about the types of information/statistics she wants and then it's back to square one...

On a happier note, I finished Harry Potter 6 last night. I was absolutely exhausted this morning but it was so worth it. I have my own theories about the identity of "RAB" but I refuse to go on the discussion boards and spoil the 7th book for myself. There are those who don't think that Christians should be reading Harry Potter because it's about magic and wizards and fantasy and I say rubbish =) First of all, literary experts agree that Harry Potter is a phenomenon - one of the most widely read book series in history, the modern day equivalent of Charles Dickens' novels. Second, many great works of literature were denounced by the church at the time of their publication (Lady Chatterly's Lover) but time and history have proven that they're masterpieces. Third, a book that can get kids to turn off the TV/XBox in droves and enrapture their imaginations is not one that should be kept from them. My two cents...

I think I must smell or something. A large part of my job is convincing reluctant and overprotective parents to allow us to include their children in our studies. The studies in themselves are harmless enough, if anything you're more likely to die from boredom while filling out the questionnaires than from any type of intervention or assessment the study will involve.

And if I do say so myself, I was pretty darn good. A smile of sympathy, confident handshake, informative but brief study synopsis. In my first two months at this job I interviewed about 60 kids and was rejected maybe twice. Now I've been turned down 6 times in about 2 days. I don't think my accosting techniques have changed...what's going on???

I am long, long overdue for an update. When I started this blog it was like therapy for me, it was where I could get things off my chest, where I could scream and rant and rave and no one would interrupt or tell me why it wasn't Christian to feel that way. Then it became an exercise in vocabulary and puncutation, a way to assure myself that despite my science background and a plethora of multiple choice tests, I am still capable of written communication. Now there are days when this blog feels like an obligation, a customary shout-out to the world in general to remind it of my existence. I look back and realize that the answer is E) it is all of the above.

But today I took a minute to catch up on my favorite blogs, to realize (maybe a week too late) the deep pain that some of them are in, how much of their lives I've missed while I've been off living my own. And I realize that maybe by living my own life, I've actually been missing part of my life, because of I've missed out on the part of me that is them.