Yesterday I ran 3 miles in that 90-degree heat, then laid out in the park (perhaps a bit too long). Today I went to the gym on my way in to work, and wow does Manhattan smell bad on a summer morning after a parade weekend. Then for some reason, my hair, which you'd ordinarily have to bribe to get it to tangle, got all snarled up in knots as I tried to blow-dry it in the non-air-conditioned locker room.
I know I owe you all an update. I promise there will be more, but first I have to finish up my application to the AP.
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You want to work for the AP? Yikes. You love long hours? Under the gun all the time. Yikes. Well, at least, they don't administer the test on a typewriter anymore.
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