I'm useless. But that's nothing new.

It's official. I don't have a job with Harris Corp. Apparently some other RIT student got the job and I was number two on the list, which means either 'the list' had two people on it or the entries in 'the list' were ordered using fractional numbers between one and two.

When I wake up in the morning, I'm going to go to Yale New Haven Hospital so I can demonstrate my wonderful talents, including my amazing gift for failing at life in general. Perhaps they will decide that I have the potential to be worth the compensation they would give me if I worked there, which I'm pretty sure consists of 'free coffee'.

On the brighter side, my inbox, which usually contains exclusively garbage, actually had a few important things in it for once. My friend sent me this picture of the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I think I'm going to go look at it to cheer myself up.

Goodnight.

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