The Mazdabator is parked out back, unlocked. Please do not go into it and steal the 80 pounds of wood pellets we use as cat litter, or the 12 litres of Diet Coke in the back seat. Thank you.

They’re doing construction or something on the crack house down the block, and large trucks with industrial vacuums are making a heck of a lot of noise in the alley. It set our car alarm off repeatedly, so I just shut it off. There’s nothing of value in the car except for my Diet Coke, so I don’t think the car is in any danger .. but I’ll probably go rescue the bottles at some point anyway. I like Diet Coke. I don’t have a problem, I can quit any time. I’m not hurting anyone! You’re not my science textbook! Leave me alone!

I’m debating growing my hair out. I’m worried that I’m starting to look old – or at least closer to my real age than I ever have before in my life – and perhaps more hair will help coax the illusion of youth along for a while longer. Ed claims that at every point in an Asian woman’s life her age catches up with her and she looks 80 overnight. I am truly hoping that is not the case with me – I’ve really enjoyed the part of my genes that routinely has me looking 5-10 years younger than I actually am. I am too young to look 80, and I don’t own a boathouse yet. I also am far too jaded and cynical to buy into commercials for creams that will help stop the signs of aging. Fie on you, expensive creams – bright green eye shadow does the exact same thing, for much less money.

Why isn’t the postman bringing me packages of mystery? There’re at least half a dozen things I’m waiting for, probably more – I want my stuff. And Ed’s stuff, although that is not as interesting to me.

Yay! Job hunting!