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If I had any sense of self preservation whatsoever, I would just go to bed now and wait for this day to end. Let's see, slipped and fell on the way to my interview, cracking my knees against the step to the bus quite nicely. Got to the interview and it went well, so that's nice. On the way back, got caught up in the crowd of Red Sox fans going to the game which meant a loud, hot, crowded commute home. Called UPS for the third day in a row to track down a package that should have gotten here a week ago and has been sitting five miles from my house for the past week. Dealt with yet another unhelpful UPS employee so I may never see this package. Took my car in for service and left my cell phone there. So yes, I should go to bed, but what I'm going to do is drive back to Saturn and get my frickin' phone so I can call UPS AGAIN and ask what the hell is going on with my package.

I am not a happy camper.