Maybe all I need is more edge

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I was just editing one of the millions of magnificently constructed cover letters I'll be sending out over the next couple days in the hopes of convincing Connecticut that, yes, I'm a really good bet, when the spellcheck feature on my Yahoo email account alerted me to the fact that the "caramcdonough" in my email address was not a recognized English word and suggested I change it to "crackdown." I was about to press the "ignore" button and laugh it off as another amusing computer anecdote when I thought it might be even better and funnier if I just went ahead and gave myself a new name like "Crackdown," and how there is no way anyone in their right minds would refuse someone with such a name because, hey, they have GOT to be curious about somebody like that...

The rules regarding my current state of affairs

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I'm 30. I'm living in the home my husband grew up in - in the very room he inhabited as a child, in fact - with his family, until we can find a place of our own. I have no job. I don't really have any job prospects. Therefore, in order to avoid major catastrophe (which could involve multiple, daily trips to Dunkin' Donuts among other atrocities) I've decided there have got to be some rules. 1. I will wake up at a normal time, "normal" defined as 8 a.m. or earlier. Just like people who work.

2. I will put on normal clothes every morning. Here "normal" could include the tracksuit I got for Christmas, but does not mean mismatched sweatpants and sweatshirts, or anything else that might prompt the words, "Um, are you going to go out in that," from J.

3. Watching my new DVD of the first season of "The Hills" is ok during the lunch break I shall grant myself each day, but only during my lunch break.

4. My lunch break will not span two or three hours.

5. After searching for jobs for countless hours it is ok to play solitaire or write some emails to friends for a little break, but it is not ok to fall into a depressive slump and declare myself unfit for the world of employment, so maybe I should just eat this entire bag of Hershey's Kisses...?

6. Nobody likes a whiner.