In which what? In which nothing, really, I just wanted to post something.

Tuesday, I went for a superfun walk with Curt. It was beautiful.

There’s a slideshow here, if you have a hankering to see gorgeous eastern Washington in the spring.

Thursday, I had a wonderful interview. They told me at the time that they hoped to choose a candidate that very day; when I sent a ‘thank you for the lovely interview’ email the next morning I got a response informing me that they were considering a second round of interviews.

Just my luck; they have more than one really great candidate and they can’t decide. Fan-fucking-tastic.

I’m not getting any younger; if I don’t want to be a Walmart greeter within the next five years I really need to start collecting certifications and get some recent decent experience (i.e. no more fucking call centers). Maybe I should go back to school or something. (It’s not like I’m ever going to pay off my existing student loans; why not borrow more money, right?) I love school, and it’d be a hoot to be the experienced, hip old lady in class.

Not to mention it would keep me off the damn job market for awhile. Man, that would be great: to live like a college student again, borrowing money, studying things for their own sake, putting all the stress of ‘real life’ off into some nebulous future!

Man, college rocked.

I cut off about four inches of my hair with the kitchen shears on Saturday afternoon. I do this from time to time. The color is still pretty terrible, but it feels better now that it’s shorter. I haven’t been to a salon since I got laid off because I thought it would be prudent to reduce my expenses. My hair is half half-silver roots and half honey brown, and my nails and eyebrows look like crap. Glamorous!

Saturday evening I was supposed to meet with a someone about building his web site (I desperately need money if I’m going to see Mother this summer), but the meeting ended up being canceled. I hung out at the Peony for a few hours instead.

Today I watched the one and only Doctor Who episode featuring the eighth Doctor. It was totally cheesy and wonderful.

I made sushi for lunch.

The Curse^™ is due any damn minute now. I’m bloated. And weepy! I also want to eat everything in the world. Twice. I feel unhireable, old, and fat. All I want to do is complain about how I feel.

Aw, hell. That would be a waste of everyone’s time. I guess I should just find some chocolate and go watch some British television on Netflix instead.