I hate interviewing.
Here's an interesting observation: The baby just lunged at my chest and barfed all over the pajamas I happen to still be wearing at 6:30pm. And you know what first springs to mind?
I think I like wearing sour baby barf more than I like interviewing.
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Friday, April 3, 2009
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