Crap. There's a job listing at a certain artsy-craftsy web site in Brooklyn that's calling out to me. But it means I have to get off my butt and write a resume and cover letter and stuff, which I haven't done in a long, long time.

THIS from the man who posts job openings every time Steph grumbles about her job? fie! go write!

I apply for editing jobs and then realise I'd have a nervous breakdown if I was offered the job. I just like to pretend that I'm not stuck in my dull office job.

I am ita with the Grease-dislike. Doesn't mean I don't get the earworms, though.

Oh, man, my life got completely crazy out of nowhere. So, on Friday morning I found out that I got my new apartment, so I was all, yay! Then on Friday evening I got home to find out that my landlords hadn't paid the electric bill and there was no electricity at my house, and that apparently one of my landlords has been totally sketch and hasn't even paid rent since April, and the other one has just been covering for her, but apparently she's run out of money. So the responsible landlord put me up in a hotel for the weekend, all "the electricity should be back on Tuesday," and I'm like, this sucks, but okay. I threw out all the stuff in my fridge, I went to the library to use the printer there to type up my 30 day notice. Like, it was really obnoxious, but it wasn't a huge deal. Plus, I love hotels. Then my computer died. Like, completely died, wouldn't turn on at all. (I have since semi-fixed this problem. Now it will turn on, at least.) And then I was driving my friend to LAX on Sunday, and I rolled down my window for the police checkpoint, and my window completely died, like would not roll back up to save its life. Which was awesome because it was a completely rainy Presidents Day weekend, and I couldn't get it fixed until Tuesday ($500 - so lovely.) Also, all the genius bar peeps were totally booked, so I had to semi-fix my computer by myself. THEN I got the awesome news that I will not be getting electricity back. Period. Apparently until I move into my new apartment in THREE WEEKS AND TWO DAYS. I will start counting down the hours as soon as they get under 500.

So I'm wondering, since I was always amused by the Save Karyn web site, would she raise a bunch of money for me? I'd do it myself, except that I only have internet access at work during lunchtime.

You gotta do it if it's calling you, Tom.

DO IT, TOM!!!

I lived with a couple of Grease-lovers in university.

Oh, I was one of the Grease-lovers in my apartment.

I loved performing it.

Then again, that may be because it was the closest I ever got to being a bad girl in my life.

Grease was the go-to movie for every sleepover I ever had. Plus the HS musical my sophomore year. Plus I saw it on Broadway with Dominique Dawes (as a gymnastics fan, that was the best part). I'm actually a little shocked every now and then when I don't know a lyric. At this point, I really should. Even if I was running a fever of 104 when we put on the show and all the cold cream on my face during Beauty School Dropout melted off almost before I hit the stage.

I guess they aren't putting you in a hotel for those three weeks, are they, Ali? They owe you, big time.