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Friday March 22, 2002 - 4:18 p.m. I wrote the single most brilliant cover letter today. I'm not kidding. I'm telling you, if these bastards don't contact me, they're...I don't know, stupid or something. My cover letter was much more brilliant than that. And in other news, and because I always have to tell you about my myriad afflictions, there is something wrong with my left sinus. Are there left and right sinuses? Is it just one big cavity on the left and on the right? I don't mean big holes, I mean little tunnels, but are they all connected? Dammit, it hurts above my eye. In my sinus. Dammit. And I didn't think it would happen so soon, but I'm missing the Australians. A few days ago I was coming into the office and I passed a naked mannequin and I told Pete like this, "I'm always compelled to molest those things when they're naked." (Which is true. I know, creepy. But just tell me you don't get that urge.) (Okay, FINE.) Pete said, "I know what I want to be when I grow up." Heh. Quick, that Pete. It's just too damn bad I won't ever see them again. Perhaps I should move to Australia. Might be fun. It might. I'll see you around. When I have more important things to say. In the immortal words of Vincent, Don't snatch.
-Mlle R
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