I have written the anti-cover letter, and I’m pretty sure that it’s going to get me hired at the Ann Arbor Paper.

My doctor is great.  The other doctor in the office, and the physician’s assistants, are all perscription-happy twits.  When I make appointments to see the doctor specifically, I’m pushed off on his incompetent PA’s.  No more.  I’m going to change doctors.  Maybe I’ll get one that will listen to me, and treat me as something more than an ignorant child/layman.

So, the plan on Saturday was to stay home, because I was feeling anti-social, and let take the car to ‘s place for the bonfire.  I ended up giong, and was better off for it, in the end.  I miss my tarot cards.  Gonna have to break them out and brush off all of the dust.

My apartment complex wants me to renew my lease at the same rent amount, but is going to start charging for water and trash pickup.  I already pay for heat.  I’m pretty sure that I can get a better deal somewhere else in Ypsilanti, and agrees.  Time to start apartment-shopping, it seems.  Maybe a house-apartment in Depot Town.  That would be pretty schweet.

Pssst.  Somebody has job interviews this week.  Send her good feelings, and give her calls to keep her cheery during the dehumanizing ordeal that is the interview.

Blast Punch Optimus Primal from Beast Machines is now at work.  Total of 8 Optimi.  :)