October 30, 2002
Got an e-mail about a possible job yesterday. (Actually, I need to follow up since I haven't heard back from my reply yet.) But now when he asks, I have another motivation for wanting a job: I need to get some dental benefits. I've definitely got a cavity and it's beginning to make things less than pleasant in the "chewing" department. And if you know me, you'll know what a disaster that is. Meantime, every bite of food I take manages to wedge its way into the damn thing, so I'm always picking at it. Ow ow ow.
So somebody hire me, dammit, before all my teeth fall out.
