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I've been getting the "message-from-person-with-strange-name" spam in my Road Runner account a lot lately. Fortunately my mail program seems to have learned that one. I'm not sure whether I should be amazed that it took almost two years to start getting spam in that account, or whether I should be amazed that I only get discount software and cheap Viagra spam. In my KSU account, I get "wanna be a secret shopper/make money taking surveys/join the armed forces" spam, and in my Yahoo account I don't get much of anything, which is shocking, because my Yahoo account is the throwaway one I give to eBay and Amazon and places like that.

I keep running into things I probably really need, and should really spend money on, except I don't have any money to spend on them. I want Word for XP, and I can get Office for XP for $30 (gotta love student prices), and I want Wordfast for OS X (180 euros, and I forget what the exchange rate is these days). Then there's the fact that I've never owned an honest-to-goodness business suit and probably should (and where the hell am I going to get one around here?), and I have to come up with something businesslike to present my case study in, and I'm not sure I have anything presentable that fits me any more, and...if I could sell the iBook, I would have at least a little money to do stuff like that with. But I really don't want to put it on eBay (seems like more of a hassle than I want to deal with). Maybe I'll put it on the Cleveland version of craigslist.

If I don't quit blathering on about nothing in particular, I'll never get any cleaning done today. (Now where did I put the loud obnoxious 80s music suitable for cleaning the bathroom?)

so there

I'm not sure who won this round; me or Murphy. I got everything in the kitchen above floor level clean, except for the Counter That Everything Ate, and swept the floor, and went to mop it. I broke down last time I had a serious cleaning fit and bought one of those Swiffer mop things, mostly because I don't own a bucket to use a sponge mop with. Anyway, I went to mop the kitchen floor and discovered I didn't have any pads for the mop. So I put the cleaning on hold for a little while and tromped off to the grocery store to get mop pads and some more sponges. Came back, put new pad on mop, and discovered the damn thing was out of cleaning fluid. Sigh. I resorted to large yogurt container and sponge instead, got most of the floor cleaned and went off to get my hairs cut.

Halleluia, I think I finally found somebody I trust to cut my hair here. I said "I need a haircut for job interviews, and make it short enough that I stop looking like a redhead growing out a brunette dye job", and that's what I got. My hair is now shorter than it's been in fifteen years, and redder than it's ever been. I'm under orders not to get annoyed and chop my own bangs off when they start annexing my eyebrows again; we'll see if I can actually manage that. (I do have pictures, but Road Runner has blown up or something and I can't post them there. I'll see if I can put them up on Yahoo somewhere. I really should get my own web space one of these days so I can put my resume on it.)

I don't know where I got it from, but I seem to have a hangup about throwing out fabric. My red silk shirt has irreparable holes in the armpits, and has been sitting on my bedroom floor since I discovered that (months ago), and even though I don't sew beyond embroidery, I can't bring myself to throw it out because it's perfectly good silk I could conceivably use for something else. In the same pile there's a summer shirt with a shoulder seam that disintegrated three summers ago, and a pair of jeans with enormous holes in the inseams, such that I can't wear them in public. And I keep not throwing them away because I can't get over the "well, I could make something else out of them" hurdle. No, I can't make something else out of them, because I don't have the time to clean the place regularly, never mind getting into any more sewing projects. I still have half of a quilt sitting in a bag in the linen closet because I never got around to finishing that when I had access to a sewing machine in the first place.

The list of soundtracks I would buy if I could afford to is getting ridiculous.

OK, finally...

What is so mad as a March haircut?