I am at lunch. I work at the Ohio Statehouse. I work in the Museum Shop, located in the crypt. A crypt is another name for a basement. The word Crypt sounds creepy, yet awesome. Technically I work in a crypt; that is sweet.

Typing a blog at work is completely un-enjoyable. I feel like everyone who walks by is looking over my shoulder. It makes it hard to think. I can’t even think of what I wanted to say next. I might as well save my thoughts for a more private time.

The first entry is always useless anyway.