chickenfeet

The good news yesterday was a call from a headhunter I have worked with before about a job that might just be a good fit.

The bad news was my total physical lack of eptness. I was completely useless at conditioning class. I had no balance or control and bits of me kept seizing up. I dropped out after about twenty minutes of absolute frustration feeling ghastly.

To top that off I slept badly and ended up getting up for a couple of hours between 1am and 3 am before finally getting a couple of hours sleep.

I just got some more thoroughly inappropriate postcards to send out to the Snail Mail List of Doom®. If you aren't on the list and want to join all the cool kids who are, send me a snail address. Membership entitles you to the occasional postcard delivered to your very own letterbox, always in my fair hand, usually fairly tasteless.

Joan, Jeanne, Fiona, Joolz; I lost your addresses when my HD took a dive so if you want back in let me know.