4.10.98

    Update: No, I didn't get the job and I'm pretty bummed about it. That's about all I'm gonna say about that.

    Also, T. and I seem to have overcome our "issues" for the moment and are once again blissfully happy. I'm sure you were gnawing your nails with worry.

    I do have a new addiction that I'm embarrassed to admit -- Jamba Juice. Jamba Juice is a store which sells fruit juice smoothies with vitamin boosters. Right now I'm hooked on the Kiwi-Berry Burner with Immunity Boost. It claims to help your body break down fat molecules or something. I don't dare question the actual effectiveness of the drink since then I might be forced to stop. It's a $3.95 per pop habit and I feel so silly in my devotion to it. I've never been one to take vitamins or diet shakes or even diet products. I loathe medicines of all kind and suffer headaches for as long as I can without taking Tylenol. So, I don't kid myself that I'm having a health drink. I just like them, okay? Maybe they throw some crack in the mix.

    T. and I have a long-standing dream to open a crack-rock, hot dog stand at a rest stop on some lonely section of highway. People will come from miles around to have more than their fair share of our hot dogs. They won't know why they will just know that they're addicted. Truckers will begin salivating when assigned a route that passes our stand. It will be beautiful.