Old news... the pick 3 lotto in NY on 9/11 came up 9-1-1. I think that it was probably rigged, but there a lot of folks saying that god did it. And a lot of folks, more of my ilk, are saying why didn't god just avert the 9/11 tragedy, instead of coming up with funky numbers a year later? Huh? Huh? Kinda like the cross in the rubble. Now, just what are the chances, say, of two stick falling across each other in that game... *something*-sticks, with all of the colored sticks? I'd have to say, off-hand, about 100%. That's just a WASG, or a SWAG, plus or minus 25%. And, really, what does it signify? Well, the public story is somewhat different than my sarcastic one... that's just god signing a piece of his work, like any other artist. I got a call at work from Jason, my contact who's working on getting me placed somewhere in the USA... he needed some other information, which I supplied him with immediately... except that he needed a copy of my social security card, which I haven't seen for probably twenty years He had called work, but I really didn't want to talk to him there, since I haven't really given anyone any idea of what I'm doing. So I called him when I got home and I talked to him quite a while about how things worked. He told me that they give preference to people who have been with them over new, unproven people, as far as assignments go. So I told him that I will go anywhere, anytime, initially. On the application, it asked for job assignment preferences, and I had it pretty wide, but I let him know today that I really wanted to get started. And really, the more that I thought about it, I do want to go anywhere. New experiences, that's what I'm after. And I'm confident that I can handle any position, anywhere, and that I will most likely be able to have fun at it. And even if I don't, it's only thirteen weeks. I can do anything for thirteen weeks. And if all else fails, I know that I can come back here... tail between my legs, maybe... but I can come back. So, I will most likely be getting some kind of an offer, somewhere, next week. And I will most likely accept it. This is moving more slowly than I had anticipated. Most things do, dammit. I remember when I asked Karen to marry me, I wanted to do it the next week. Women don't think that way, though... it had to be a coupla months away. I waited, impatiently, and it eventually happened. I need to learn how to be patient, and I need to learn it *now*. I'm on a cusp, and anything that happens... anything... is going to be fun. I'm looking forward to it, I really am. Throw me into a situation, and I will come out happy. I can live alone in the most spartan of situations, with my entire life going to making money, for a while. I can be the starving artist, I can be the ultimate survivor. I can be whatever I want to be, and I can enjoy it. One thing that I like about me... something that few people have, and nobody really appreciate, is that I can always make lemon aid out of lemons, and sell it for a nickel a glass, and live on a quarter a day, and never get a sour look on my mind. This kinda goes against my habit about bitching about everything, but not really, if you think about it. Most of the stuff that I bitch about is really silly, and I'm bitching about it sillily. I spelled bitching bi-otching accidentally, but that's the newest way of spelling it in the press, to make it socially acceptable. The way that I try to present myself here is sometimes dishonest. I am not as good as I say I am, nor as bad as you might think that I am. Although sometimes I try to present myself as bad, when it's really so obvious that I'm one of the good guys. In fact, sometimes I'm the ultimate good guy. The über-good guy. I think of myself as the über-good guy, I think that everyone thinks of themselves that way. Sometimes, I express that I'm not that good, that I'm really partially, irrevocably bad... it doesn't really work. Because I don't really believe that. No, I have to think of myself as superman. A superman of my own design, of course. Karen just called, she's out with Kim and another friend, wants me to join them at Applebees, but I think that I just want to go to sleep, it's been a long day, and I need to eat something and go to bed... last night was not a good night for sleeping, for some reason or another. And today wasn't that hard, but still, I think that I need... sleep.