Well, I had my job interview today. I think it went well. In a nice improvement from previous this year I was lucid and, for the most part, fluent. It sounds like my boss at Park called my boss at ECE (whom I had listed as a reference). He says he answered her questions honestly but tried to cast me in as good a light as possible, so I’m thankful for that.
I really, really need this job. It answers so many problems we’re having in our lives right now. I honestly cannot think of a more perfect thing for us at the moment. I want kids. I want a house with walls I can paint and no downstairs neighbors. I want a patch of dirt of my own where I can plant flowers.
I was incredibly nauseated off and on for the majority of the day. I think in total, my diet consisted of something like 64oz soda, 2 gallons of water (mostly consumed in an effort to stave off puking), and half of a carne asada burrito. Oh! And a little thing of those baby blueberry muffins for breakfast. For the longest part of this evening, my arms (shoulders to hands) have been fading in and out of numbness. I attribute this to my lack of food and they do feel better after the burrito.
Penny is wanting to go out for milkshakes, but I am fairly confident that any lactic acid would not be welcomed by my system.
I wish I could write. It has been so long since I did anything creative; I was a better writer ten years ago than I am today. I guess it’s that way with a lot of things. If you don’t use skills, you lose them. I don’t sing as well as I used to, either. Oh well. I guess I just need to find the time to work on things again – whenever that is.
I need to spend some time with a good pianist and a stack of music, see just how far gone I am any more.