What ravages of spirit conjured this temptuous rage?

Bah freaking humbug! I'm losing my mind.

I went on another job interview yesterday, at a SNF that is owned by the company my dad works for. I liked the building. I loved the administrator. I think it would be an awesome place to learn. I don't want to be too optimistic.

I came home and took a nap because I am still (WTF?) sick. When I woke up, I had a voicemail from the administrator who I interviewed with. She wants me to come out tomorrow to fill out an application, because they need that as well as the resume I brought with me, and to do a drug test.

Then my dad called, because he had to meet with her after my interview, and she told him how much she liked me.

All of this is promising. I don't want to get my hopes up.

Sometimes I think I'll never have a job ever again.

I went to my mom's house tonight to watch Supernatural with Chris. I'm home now, but I had fun. I really love that show. Like a lot.

Now I'm back home listening to Angela make chickpea cutlets and scrambled tofu for her dinner this weekend. It smells really good.

Richard has a new nickname. I'm going to call him Weezer from now until I die. Even if he decides he hates me, and never wants to talk to me again, I'll be 80 years old in the nursing home, talking about that guy Weezer who showed me around Nashville. (I like it cause it makes me think of Ouiser from Steel Magnolias, except he's not an angry old woman played by Shirley McClaine.) So yeah. That's about it.

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