Hey, I woke up today and… I don’t feel any different.

Still 33.

Thank God that’s over.

Anyway. If I’d found a glimmer of hope in the possibility of a job I wouldn’t hate, I would be waaaaay too superstitious to talk about it. Especially here. Because I wouldn’t want to jinx it, or anything. So I wouldn’t say anything but it would be on my mind constantly and I’d really be wanting to say something and not holding out for any other reason than my basic Murphy’s Law approach to life, which says that if I breathe a word, I won’t get it. Hypothetically speaking, of course. But if that happened, you know, I sure would appreciate some happy rainbows and fluffy bunnies type thoughts and good karma and all that stuff.

I’m just saying.