Maybe the problem isn’t so much that I’m boring, but rather that my life is boring. I just don’t feel like interesting things happen to me that often. Or maybe they don’t seem interesting to me because it’s my life.

But I’d like to make one correction: I definitely do not hang out with boring people. I very much like my various groups of friends.

But, the job thing sucks. Want me to kill an editor or two to free up some positions?

I got my first actual pseudo-rejection yesterday. It was refreshing to have a company tell me what was going on instead of having to pick up on their subtle hints like not calling me back.

And it was less depressing because it was one of those “It’s not you—it’s me” type rejections. Apparently the company just needs time to work through some things.

Of all the things I’d ever accuse you of, Squirrel Boy, being boring is not one of them. I wish I’d had more of a chance to talk to you and Brinestone yesterday.

Also, I think that’s a very wise statement about being unemployed and single. I’d never thought of it that way before.