Plan B is what makes the practice of law so delicious

I'm 25 and have been unemployed for a month now. And while there's an interesting story behind THAT I'm not really in the mood to talk about it right now because I'm trying to kick the habit of pissing myself off.

Instead, what's the deal with Plan B? Before anyone begins to take that literally, let me explain: I guess there are 2 things I know for sure. One, that there's a memory of a life I know I should be having, and two, there's the life that I've ended up with instead. That's plan B. "B" doesn't stand for anything (as some people will infer) and there is no plan C, D or S, because as the description suggests, at some point, it's all plan B. This blog is a record of plan B, which really isn't a plan at all; just the bitter reminder that this is what I have and maybe, after writing a little bit about it, I'll stop feeling bad about missing out on plan A.

Btw, I'm no lawyer. I just like quoting the Practice. And obviously, the Lemonheads.

Hello. And you are?

So.

I'm not really good at introductions (and you could probably tell that from the first sentence), and I don't know why. Maybe it's because introductions eventually lead to first impressions and I suck at that even more. So, the sooner we get past this awkward beginning the better. It's like, the journey of a thousand miles begins with "Oh what the heck..." Something like that.