On a scale of one to ten, I rate today's job interview as not shards of broken glass.*

Oh and happy anniversary to my mom and dad. Thirty-something years is a long time to go without getting sick of someone.

Notes on the above:
* this sort of abstraction reminds me of a joke my friend Peter told me:
Him: What's the difference between a bicycle?
Me: A bicycle and what?
Him: What's the difference between a bicycle?
Me: Go on then.
Him: An orange, because a vest has no sleeves.
Me: [laughs uproariously] I don't get it.
Him: Do enough acid and it'll make perfect sense.