September 16, 2008
I watched the prompt, asking if I wanted to shut down my computer with quiet resignation. I was tired, so I confirmed. Before I got into bed, however, I was struck with the urge for a snack. While scarfing down the last Toasted with a block of Monterey on top, I immediately wished I had prepared more, staring at an envelope mailed from Progressive in Tampa. I wondered if Tampa is their headquarters? There's one just down the street I applied to on numerous occaisions. I wondered, sitting at a laptop and writing, about cheese and crackers and insurance companies.