A quiet sunday

Another sunday afternoon passes by, with nothing in particular happening. I watch harold and kumar again. Look at a bunch of cars. Don't really do anything.

Things are looking up. After the immense pain of being a first year investment banker, the second year has gone by ok. I have more spare time, can start contemplate things other than working on weekends, can go see the folks, nine times out of ten I can actually make it to social events. Another year of banking is drawing to a close, and strangely enough I'm beginning to enjoy it more and I'm less bitter than I use to be. Summer is coming, and it should be sweet.

I keep battling on. Life is good.