It feels weird to let go. The sun came up this morning. It was so big, so red, so dim. I could feel a knot in my throat looking at it. I guess in a sense I feel relieved. I don’t have to worry about that paper anymore. I don't have to answer the question of what I want to do with my life. Maybe I wanted to answer that question?

There's something strange about the Marry Brooks library. It towers over the dorms and lecture halls that surround it. Inside, rows and rows of books seem to go on forever. But maybe there's something else in there, something darker. You’ll just have to play the game to find out. Play at Itch.io

I keep having this dream, over and over almost every night. It starts out with me in a hallway, and I think it’s the hallway of a school. I turn towards the wall, and I see this display or art piece. It’s a bunch of post-it notes stuck to the wall with writing on them in black ink and red sharpie lines drawn leading from one note to another. As I stare at the notes, I start to realize.

The air is crisp, not too cold, it doesn’t quite cut through sweaters, but it's sharp and there’s a breeze. It wakes you up as you walk through it. The sky is clear, not mostly clear where you can see the sun, but there’s still clouds. No, there isn't a cloud to be seen. The sun is bright, but not hot. Its lulling warmth contrasts the gentle punch of the breeze where it shines through onto the sidewalk through the branches overhead.

I really like the work of Joey Comeau, particularly Overqualified, a book that tells its letter through a series of wildly inappropriate cover letters. I decided to write my own cover letter in a similar style. Dear SAP Technologies, I am writing to apply for a position as a web programmer and have included my resume which details my extensive software development experience. What my resume cannot cover is my long and personal history with building web pages.