Goodnight.

Perhaps I should start with “Hello,” but instead I went with, “Goodnight.”

Goodnight, dear readers (whatever readers may be reading a new blog’s first post).  I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.

• 2 hour drive to a 9AM meeting that will last about an hour and then a 2 hour drive back
• Home visit at 4PM
• Home visit at 5PM – this home visit will be tricky since everyone’s panties seem to be stuffed up their assholes and trying to get cooperation is nearly impossible due to the uncomfortableness such a state brings forth.

Oh right, maybe I should introduce myself.

My name is unimportant.  I am (currently) 30, also an unimportant factoid.  I have a Master of Social Work degree from one of the top party schools in the US.  (Sidenote: I never have been much of a partier.)  I am licensed to practice social work at the Master’s degree level (why would I want to practice at the Bachelor’s degree level?).  My social work career began just over 3 years ago.  I currently work for a nonprofit foster care/adoption/residential community-based agency.  I am a foster care treatment coordinator.  I live in a rural state, although I currently work in a “city”.

I say goodnight because this first post is not intended to be lengthy and I’m tired and I have just under 8 hours to sleep.  I know I won’t be asleep for at least an hour, but I will stubbornly lay in bed and try my darnedest (how do I spell that?) to sleep.

Sleep is precious.

Goodnight, readers.