A Year, eh?

I'd kind of figured that it must be coming up soon, but it turns out that it's a year and two days since I last graduated, today. This might not seem to significant, except that graduations are on Saturday, so Grad+2=Monday, and strange things sometimes happen on the Monday's after graduation. In 2000, I lost the shoulder length hair I'd been sporting since '92 or '93. Last year, on that fateful Monday, I started a job, this job, an actual job. Or at least, as much of an actual job as I've ever had. Some of you may claim that this job doesn't count, or might make humourous comments and aspersions between the perceived relationship between 'me' and 'job' and 'work' and 'working', but I choose to ignore you. A year, eh?