January 13, 2006

So I mailed off two applications today, and its the 13th and it's a full moon, so I am absolutely convinced that as soon as those two express post envelopes hit the bottom of the mailbag they will spontaneously combust.

In fact I even looked in the post-box and there was this little imp with a pitch-fork rubbing two sticks together over my envelopes. I yelled;

"Hey quit it!"

And the imp beared it's sharp pointy teeth and laughed at me, saying; "You aren't going to get in anyways, your letter of intent is full of grammar mistakes."

I am going shopping in the south shore tonight I need to see how the other half lives.