And even when your hope is gone...

In spite of egregious grammatical errors in my cover letter, the editor-in-need-of-a-new-assistant wants me to come in for an interview next week.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm disgusted by my own exuberance. (I'm on your side.)

It's that old familiar feeling. (Food & Wine, Part Two?)

I'll have to hit it hard tonight (...while I've still got something to celebrate.)

Incidentally, this is my centennial post. (Here's to 100 more under more favorable circumstances!)

Notice how boring the blog has been lately? ("Lately?" you say. "Try always.")

Tomorrow will be my last day polling for Qpac. (Praise to the Creator.)

Shout out to my compatriots--and loyal blog lurkers--who are coming down to New Haven for the weekend. (Parenthetical comment.)