Don't have much to say except a request for all readers to collectively pray please. I have a job interview today (1:30) and I really really want this job. Will update.
UPDATE: Obviously, no one prayed. A late GO train, plus testing, plus going to the Youth Correctional Facility of Government counseling, and asking for "Cynthia" through a glass partition until realizing that I was in the wrong building, equals disastrous. If I get the job, pigs fly AND that guitar I'm holding is really hot purple. For a full account of my tragedy, read the post entitled "Proofreading, but I'm not bulletproof. This tragedy Penetrates: A day that shall forever mar Grassi. Knollitall and her pursuit of a normal career" on my other blog.
Found this old photo of me (circa 2003/4) with a pink guitar. I wanted it so bad, but I figured my lack of guitar-playing awesome would make the purchase pointless. Nevertheless, 'twas rad.
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