Last night, I...
...had an awful job interview, "Bro."
...ate some Arby's. Got sick.
...ran into an enemy.
...narrowly avoided a few other people, completely inadvertently.
...got three hours of sleep.
I'm off for fingerprinting. Yeah. Seriously. They called me this morning to ask me to come in for fingerprinting for that job. Bizarre! Let's hope the fingerprinting doesn't come back "tree-hugging liberal."
When I get my head screwed on straight, I will most certainly blog about a few of those things from last night. I might even reply to comments and e-mails! Okay, I'm being a bit too hopeful there.