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Today is Boomtime, day 5 in the season of The Aftermath, 3167.
It is the sacred Apostle Holyday of Maladay.

Two year anniversary yesterday. Three years tomorrow. Maybe I'm getting the hang of this relationship thing. Er, maybe not.

And no word back on any of my resumes that I've sent out, only two autoresponders (Aquent's autoresponder is highly annoying, as the subject line is "Aquent opportunities" and it comes with the return address of a real person, but still says "we'll call you if we have anything you can do"). This bites.

I got 10 hours of sleep last night to make up for the 4 I got the night before. And I was even disciplined enough to go to the gym and do 50 minutes on the cardio machines (elliptical with cross-country skiing type arm motion added in) too.

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Normally when I start feeling like this, I'd dye my hair. Preferably a nice, dark green. But between needing to find a job and 12 years of dye taking its toll on my hair and making it break off/fall out, that's not to be this time.

So do I keep letting it grow out or do I go get it all chopped off?

Speaking of hair...*covet*. I guess that's a good reason not to chop it all off; if I don't, then I have something I can attach falls to.

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I need to hire someone to write cover letters for me. I've been staring at this blank textbox for 20 minutes trying to figure out how to say "I don't suck, hire me" in more diplomatic language, and am coming up with a big old blank. I don't suck, unless you want to hire me to write cover letters.