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I’ve been interviewing for a job this week. Four interviews down, one to go. May get it, very well may not. I really can’t wait for the interviewing stuff to just be over, one way or another. Yesterday someone asked me to describe “a project I worked on that did not go well.” That was five minutes of my life I didn’t really enjoy.

French Connection sweaters are the most comfortable and best fitting (on me) of all sweaters. And I am a person who has tried a lot of sweaters. If only they were cheaper.

Snow in one’s shoes feels very unpleasant.

I love love this Ian McEwan story in the New Yorker.

This is Oscar season. Where are all the great wonderful films that I want to go see? Has anyone seen anything worth seeing? The last movie I saw in the theater was The Hangover, people.

My So-Called Life was one of the most perfect tv shows created in the history of all things, especially if you were 14 or 15 when it was on, and I just had fun watching this classic clip Emily G. posted.

Also, this happened: