June 1999

In fact, don't even bother reading any further.

Hey, I *meant* that.

OK, so you're still reading, after I asked you so incredibly politely not to. All this means is that you get the secret prize.

If I could think of something appropriate, I'd use that. As the prize I mean.

And now that I've gotten through the usual preliminaries that I go through before writing anything that could conceiveably pass for an article, I suppose I should tell you a little bit about what life is like.

Life is like.

Think about it.

Really.

And I have a job, so I will continue to be able to afford my net connection and all that goes with it. I'm working at a bookstore, and if I had slightly less self-respect, I'd tell you that by going to www.bookcloseouts.com you can keep me in business, but I just won't do that. It was kind of funny, the whole getting-a-job thing. I went to this spot, also know as the Book Depot locally, and I handed in a resume on a Friday, and was working that following Monday afternoon.

Of course, Friday night a friend berated me up and down for not having applied to a billion places, even spots I didn't want to work. I think I applied a total of *4* places.

And this was the first place I applied.

OK, so it's not a funny story.

But I think it does demonstrate how sometimes we do things right the first time, totally by God's grace, without realizing that that was the right thing to have done at that specific moment.

The only funny part to this whole thing was the sight of me trying to balance the 15 hours of week of Hebrew class, the 20 hours of accompanying homework, and the 28 hours of work. That was a pretty funny sight. Just ask my roommate, the infamous Dave.

And, come to think of it, I seem to have infamous Daves as roommates each year. That's a pattern. These are the Daves I know, I guess, but some Daves are better than others (I think that's a Kids In The Hall quote followed by a U2 paraphrase).

And that having been said, I think that that's about that for that for right now.