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So far today I've applied to Harvard (again; they reposted the job they wanted to interview me for), Tufts (again, not for the same job I had, though), and looked at Craigslist (again). I'm supposed to hear by the end of today whether or not the Hematology department job is going to happen or not. I appreciate them not wanting to leave me hanging, but if they're interviewing people for a position they don't know they can fund, I'm not holding out much hope for it. Now at least I feel like I've done something about it, so it BWH falls through, at least I won't have been sitting here pinning all my hopes on it.

My downstairs neighbor is home, apparently, and is blasting rap. I've got all the windows and storm windows shut and I can hear it perfectly well through the floor. In fact, I can feel the bass through my chair. That'll get me off the computer, all right. It will, in fact, get me out of the house entirely. I have to go up to Trader Joe's anyway, and it looks like a nice day for a longish walk.

random comments

- I thought the LJ message about changing my password was a hack. What else am I supposed to think when I get a random message saying "Change your password here!"? It wouldn't have killed them to post it in news or ljmaintenance or somewhere legitimate. (As an aside to the world in general, stop making me change all my passwords to things with numbers in them! I never remember the ones with numbers in them. And yes, I know it's safer, but it annoys me.)

- I don't own a toaster, or a toaster oven. Cinnamon sugar pita chips are quite acceptable as a substitute for cinnamon toast.

- If you want me to sign a petition, don't stand on the corner and bellow "Animal Abuse! Sign!" at me while simultaneously bellowing abuse at somebody who did sign it and whose signature, apparently, wasn't legible.

- I forgot the Brookline farmers' market was still on. Now what am I going to do with all these extra leeks, after I get done making mushroom and leek pie?

- I hate to admit it, but I'm going to give up, give Dartmouth Place their unidentified $15, and tell them to go suck on a warthog if they send me any more bills. It's just easier to pay it than it is to argue about it.

- I've wanted pancakes for the last three weeks and haven't ever gotten around to it. Now I have blueberries, too. Maybe I'll have blueberry pancakes for dinner.