Two bleary-eyed blogless days filled with job apps. I don't recommend that 4:55 p.m. sprint to the post office when you haven't eaten anything all day, or the frantic run to Office Depot (around the corner, thank god) ten minutes before closing time to rub paper samples looking for the right one to match the stuff you've already got. What was scary was that I was not the only one there rubbing paper--there was another similarly bleary-eyed guy picking up all the paper I'd put down.

Choke poetry seems to have gagged its last. It was a good run. Thanks to all who coughed something up.