Every time someone commits fraud, somebody – everybody – dies a little inside.

I don’t have much to say right now, maybe except that life sure does take some funky turns.

Job interview tomorrow. Wish me luck.

What I need to do:
-finish my “What I’ll Miss” series
-write another letter to Barry (Australia)
-write a rambling essay about this past Sunday School lesson
-post some excerpts from interesting chats

That should keep me busy for a little while.