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.