Tomorrow

Its the end of the night, and Scott and I are finally retiring to our respective beds. Tomorrow morning is yet another 'big day.' Scott has an interview with the Washington Report on Middle East Affairs, wherein he would be a 'Bookstore Director,' where he would manage the daily operations of the storefront to the report and also contribute to their publication in the form of book reviews, etc. My first venture of the day will be meeting with the Chief of Staff of the Honorable Charlie Dent, representative of PA's 15th District. After groveling for an unpaid internship of some sort and the ability to run around in a suit in the capitol, I move on to my later appointment with Travelex Co., who are a financial institution specializing in international transactions, with whom I would be analyst #9948473838392-11B. . . or something. In all honesty, it could be an amazing opportunity, hence the reason I am scheduled for the interview.

So while we have all this in the works with just a little over a week fully transplanted in DC, I look over to tell Scott in a regulation 'pillow chat' session.

Aaron: I wish we could have just went out tonight, woke up and went to our respective jobs.

Scott: Well, that could be next week. . .

And with that statement, the perspective of our current situation comes into light.

I love black and white, and and what we have had has been nothing but grey. God willing, next week will provide some black, or even white. But chances are. . . grey will remain in the forecast. Till tomorrow.