verbminx

Happy socially-sanctioned-alcoholism day! :D

I am off to an Irish pub for dinner, but there will be no drunkenness.

I got a call from the place I applied for a job. THAT I REALLY WANT. I have an interview next week. Yay! I've only ever not gotten one job that I interviewed for, and that was probably because I was severely depressed at the time, and went into the interview trying to pretend like I wasn't, when all I really wanted to do was hide in my room. I must have sounded out of my mind.

T. and I were going to go be Indie-Fab tonight, but he's not up to it due to The Injury. So I guess we're either going to hang around his place or go see a movie. Excitement!

We do at least have "big plans" for tomorrow night. They involve tired old drag queens, glitter, and feathers. CAN YOU GUESS? Even if you can, I'm not admitting any details!

Due to my mom being a slowpoke to whom foreplanning is foreign, there was no Irish Pub for us today. She dragged her heels in getting ready, and by the time we arrived, they weren't taking any new reservations or waitlisters or anything. Dinner at Chick-Fil-A, yep.

Went to a bookstore and looked at stuff after that. Trying to keep it on the cheap, I got a birthday present for CJ (which I could afford after all) and a couple of magazines.

I feel utterly crappy right now, queasy and achy like I have a fever or something. Very much loading up on the vitamins and tea and so on. Pain pain pain. I hate being in pain. I do have a fairly high pain threshhold, though, because (to begin with) I'm a woman and because I'm almost always at least a little bit achy. Right now, cool smooth sheets feel good under my limbs. I'm going to wash my face, then put a cool wet washcloth on my forehead and read before I go to sleep.

Note to myself, of people for whom I have packages: