But I want a slumber party, dammit.
I'm pretty much blaming insomnia and the shocky amount of policy learning that's coming my way. SIX NOTEBOOKS. The handbook is the most terrifying thing I've seen in a long time. Just. Stared at it. In horror.
By the way, this is the motto of the class, regarding federal and state policy regarding benefits, hung on the wall of the training room.
It's policy. It doesn't have to make sense.
On a sidenote, I just realized that Josselin and I have never had a normal conversation. I mean, never. I have *no* idea what that means.
Random moment there.