I had no idea what I was doing, fashion design

I chuckled to myself when realizing my life sounded like the plot to The Devil Wears Prada. The moment passed and I hurried onto my secretarial duties at my boss' request.

Stapplers, files, highlighters, and more files... god how tiresome i thought to myself. I kept thinking of that dream i'd had the other night. Something about it kept

causing me to burst out laughing and then causing hiccups that could only be stopped by drinking a glass of grapefruit juice while humming the first stanza of

Dante's Inferno. Yeah, I put it to music years ago, so I could remember it. I really don't like grapefruit juice, unless there is a ton of cotton candy flavored vodka in it.

You know what really grates my cheese, though?

"Hummmm....... a... cheeeese.......... grater?" answered Billy perplexed. He could never get used to his buddy's weird questions. "No silly, It's a metaphor, cheese stands for

Catatonic Horse Exo-Extraction SciencE: "C.H.E.E.S.E.". It's the field that explores how to deal with equine nervous disorders, specifically how to do so in space. Many of us find

it to be quite the satisfying profession. The very first time I ever was with a horse in space, as its eyes bulged due to the fluids beneath boiling, I saw

a new supernova bursting an eye in the horse head nebula.'Riders on the Storm' was playing on the radio as I headed to Camp Paranal to announce my discovery. Stargazing is my job!