The Stars and the Cookie Jar

*both things turned out to be true, in their own way. Do you remember
that case?

I gave great interview today. And I looked good doing it. How's that
for disbelief?

I am now exhausted, but actually looking forward to unpacking and doing laundry.

I type at a normal human speed on a regular keyboard, and don't have
to look. I do, for some reason, on a laptop. YAY real keyboard.

And now since tonight is Big Trivia Night and I get to meet new people
and be shown off by my fiancee, I must find something to wear.

There was more in the longer first two eaten posts about how I am so
pleased to be here, in a dream apartment with a beautiful,
intellectual, hot fiancee (I've studied her bookshelves; she
is at least as widely read as me, perhaps as widely read as
three-quarters of a sovay. This is amazing, as I am only
half a sovay's worth of well-read. It's been quantified.)
And I have access to public transit that takes me where I want to go
and I found my transit card and there was a string quartet playing in
the bahnhof and I was just so pleased with how today turned out.

darthrami does not need clothing. Anyone caught attempting
to purchase clothing for darthrami had best save us all
some time and line up quietly and expediently for the firing squad.

Thank you.