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So any of you on Twitter or on the receiving end of a frantic email string (looking at YOU John) may have already seen this. I quit my job on Friday. OK, I guess I actually turned in my intent to quit, as I gave the standard two weeks notice, but still. Yeah. No, I did not have another job lined up. No, I do not have interviews lined up. I barely have a current resume.  Read more >

I’ve always been a worrier, even as a little girl. At first it manifested itself in variations of the apocalypse. I’d wake up in the dead of night, convinced I’d been left behind in the rapture. I’d check on my parents; if they were still in bed, I hadn’t been damned yet (I also, apparently, wasn’t very optimistic). Then it branched out to more generic things. In third grade I was in the nurse’s office nearly every day, convinced I had stomach cancer (must’ve been on Discovery Chanel, or something). Every time my parents fought, I was sure they were  Read more >