This is going to be a fairly fateful weekend. I have two job interviews on Monday that will determine my direction in life in the immediate future. I am going to finalize my query letter in the hopes of enticing an agent into representing Critical Hits. I'm financially destitute until Wednesday, which means I won't be doing much of anything except sticking around the house.

I'm out of beer, having consumed it all, along with much rum and wine, with Matt and Sara last night. There are also disturbingly few cigarettes present. I will need to rectify this situation.

"There's that word again, heavy!"