call me 06057

Because that is my new bar number.

They threw me a bone, though whether or not I'll get to keep it will depend on some creative financial rearranging.

I just wrote a huge entry, when Jack decided to destroy it by pushing some key on my keyboard. Arrrrgh. Tonight really is sucking hard. I'm trying to get a new resume together, one that I think will work better, along with a new cover letter approach. I leave in two days, which is a good thing, but I have a shitload of things to do and no one seems to be helping me.

I've not been eating because I'd like to lose some weight. I know, I'm not doing it right, but I've been blessed in my life and have never had to diet. So, give me some time to figure it out. Anyway, not eating makes everything suck so much harder.

Did I mention that I met a million new people this past weekend? Seemed that all the new people were measuring each other by how well-traveled they were. I kept quiet, letting all feel superior. I'll let it leak some other time that I've been around the block and then they can eat their smugness.

I am amazingly crabby. I think I'll have some tequilla and go to bed. I need to build up my tolerance for the stuff anyway.