Vultures! Vultures, I tell ya!

It's been just over 72 hours since I had my run-in (literally) with The Fuzz. I came home from work today and there were no less than 5 letters on the counter for me from personal injury lawyers. These lawyers, who are interested in "protecting my rights" were distinctly absent when I had my first car accident when I was 17. Thank you, insurance company. Thank you.

Most interesting thing I saw yesterday: While at work, I saw a bus driver looking at canoes. He was Driver54. Wow, that makes Driver2165 seem like such a newbie.

Runner up: I interviewed for an administrative position with the Department of African-American and African Studies. After the interview the chair of the department asked me what I studied. I said that I was going to get my PhD in early Soviet history. The look that he and the chief administrator gave me was quite priceless. A mix of shock, disbelief, and totaly dumbfoundedness. I don't think they were expecting that response. The chair recommended that I dabble in African history, which is all well and good since I have some experience and I do find it interesting, but totally change direction? Fat chance.

I officially started the grad school application process today. And what a way to start! I'm about 1/5 of the way through my application to Yale University.