Hi! My gas stove won't stop beeping. I hope it doesn't blow up. And I hope you find your friend soon.

Something was beeping in the night last night. It did not blow up.

Well I guess good news is I got a letter for the state asking for more information about my insurance situation. I have the information - copies of my insurance card and answers to letters -but I'm going to try and print it all out tomorrow. Right now all my printer is doing is spitting out paper as soon as I put it in and then give me an out of paper message. (If I put a stack of paper in, it feeds the whole stack through and then gives me the out of paper message and when I try again - same thing).

Bad news is I got another rejection, this time by email.

At this point I think I need to rethink my resume and put more specific things on there. Also I just freeze when it comes to cover letters.

So I'm willing to pay to have at least one strong cover letter written. I don't know what the going rate is, but I'm willing to pay if any of the Buffista can help me with this.

askye, I'm not a professional, but I'd be happy to look at it for free ;)

Thanks vortex.

Something was beeping in the night last night. It did not blow up.

I think those beeps were my neighbor's smoke detectors, which evidently need their batteries changed. The stove shows an error message, something about the keypad. I don't know, I unplugged it and am plugging it back in (per actual instructions, not vague computer logic) and we'll see if that fixes it.

So, for example, I told J I needed to go home and walk my dog, and he went on a tangent about how pets are a huge use of resources and we have them because we don't have enough daily social interaction and we should give them to old people, no wait, we should give old people to young people instead of pets. I mean, whut. My response, "Oh god no. I'd rather have my dog than my grandmother, and I love my grandmother." He's one of those people who seems to follow a point to its logical end, and then live there. IDK. Damn mathematicians, always trying to map something onto something else*. You can't map a grandparent onto a dog.

* That's supposed to be a joke. He was trying to explain sets and mapping to me earlier.

You can't map a grandparent onto a dog.

I hope you can see the humor in this; I have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.

Sausage inna bun? At that price, I'm cutting me own throat.

CMOT Dibler!

I'm so loving living in the Discworld over these last weeks. I've used my ipod more than its previous 4 years combined!

I'm coming to the end of the Witches series, currently on Wee Free Men. I wish there were Feegles in the Watch.

As read by Stephen Briggs, they are my favorite residents of the Disc.

I can't wait for Snuff to come out in October, though I'm sad that it will probably be the last of Terry's endeavors. What a gift he is.

I hope you can see the humor in this; I have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.

Well, I mean, it's pretty ridiculous, right? It may be even funnier if you actually understand mapping.

I actually just emailed that sentence to him.

I mean, what's wrong with "Aw, what kind of dog?" Or even, "I'm not a pet person, myself."

I am now hip to "Omar's coming". The phrase itself reminds me of "Eli's coming" from Sports Night.

Dammit, the error message just came up again. How fucking annoying.

smonster, I ended up spending 6 months with a guy that sounds very much like this guy...minus the math skillz.

I should emphasize, painful months.

The 'devil's advocate' business ended up being verbal abuse and angst for its own sake.

It was a good experience...a learning experience. And solidified my embracing of this bit of wisdom, "When people tell you who they are early on...believe them."

I hope this one turns out better!