I read in this Reuters "oddly enough" story about a prostitute who spent the last three years performing her work and blogging about it (I couldn't follow the link...stupid work website filters). Now, she has a national bestseller based upon the entries in her blog.

Was there ever a more timely example of what I want to do with my life? Clearly the last five years I have spent as a prostitute to "The Man" although "Greg" is not nearly as fun as Bruna Surfistinha (Bruna the Surfer Girl) and I'm more likely to get embarrassed than embarazada.

Ah well, one of these days, perhaps.