H'ok. So.

I had a really weird day yesterday. I was feeling a bit bummed out, with the no-job thing, and the everyone-goes-to-Europe-at-the-same-time thing, and the I-had-an-interview-that-lasted-10- minutes-and-I-got-to-say-all-of-three-sentences thing. It's about 11:30AM/12:00PM, I'm hungry, let's read - clearly its time for an Auntie Anne's pretzel from South Station and some serious bridge time and reading by the docks.

I love that stupid bridge. I'm there every time I'm even remotely in the area and have the time. It's so windy you can't hear sometimes, and the smell of salt from the moving water below (despite the level of grossness that the Boston Harbor currently, well, harbors)... I don't know. I guess I just expect that with the right song on the iPod Prince Whats-his-name is going to come along and sweep me up in an affair of romance and passion that even William Gordon, Orson Scott Card and the fairy tales can't compete with. Some days its nice just to revel in the daydreams, despite the realistic attitude you try to adopt in life.

Realism hit a few hours later, however, in the best of ways. After... too many... months of looking, I finally got a job. One that I even want this time. After the background check, a drug test (I told you so, Adam), and some paperwork, I will be the new Client Services Associate at a marketing firm in Waltham, MA. So now I'm jumping for joy, really wanting a beer, and not worrying quite so much about the possible hundreds of dollars it might take to get the car ship-shape. (Anybody know how to change a catalytic converter? I'll treat you to good sushi...)

So yeah. After a few calls around, Boy came over to celebrate- I told him I'd treat him to Mamma Mia!, which we saw today.

And that's been the past day. Strange, good, full of dreaming. Moving in a week. Got the electricity/gas started at the new place. Just can't wait to be in my own bed with my own furniture and my own quilt to wrap in and an actual income. Someday soon!