Still Not a Real Post

I'm sorry.

News: 

The other day, my blog had 34 hits from Kuwait, apparently.  That was almost as many hits as I had from within the US, so that's kind of really weird and possibly some kind of mistake.

Also, someone googled the phrase, "i pooped out a black olive," and found my blog.  I really hope this wasn't someone who read the post about Andy crapping out undigested food, and wanted to find it again.  In my heart, I want to believe that someone else in the world was experiencing the same extraordinary phenomenon.  And by the way - the second black olive has still not emerged.  Andy is convinced it will make a popping sound when it comes out, like uncorking a wine bottle, but I'm pretty sure it will go out not with a bang, but with a whimper.  And probably surrounded by things that were actually digested, thus causing it to pass undetected. 

Something else - I had a direct interaction with a certain Tote Bag Lady at one of my places of employment.  It was terrifying.  She is kind of surly when she isn't holding a gigantic mug of beer.

AND last but not least, I have another job interview tomorrow for a totally legit, full-time, benefits-having job.  Not a library job, but something that will keep me off the streets and let me go to the dentist.  Send some good vibes my way tomorrow, please.