merry

My review of the new Indian/Pakistani restaurant has someone else's name in the by line. Clearly short stories in the Fiddlehead are the only way to go.

Job interview went well, I think.

I'm a snarky little bitch, but you love it.

Sometimes I drink to deal with it all, but I'm quitting smoking, so that's something. Also I'm a charming, obnoxious drunk. But not really that smart. They cancel out, I figure.

Adam says I need to smoke more pot, that I'd be less murderous that way. I like my muderousness.