If there really is such a thing as quarter life crisis then I must be having one. I shall write again, I shall...From the love-hate relationship I have with my job to my idiot bosses to my ever present lover whose birthday is today to my three crazy dogs to my sweetheart of a sister to everything I failed to write about due to the disillusionment brought by growing old and the clutter it left. For now, "to sleep, perchance to dream."