It occurs to me...

[hoodookitty]

... as it has so many times before... that I never post when I'm happy. This is a very bad habit in my opinion because it gives the impression that you are constantly miserable. Then again, you don't want to feel like you've just sat down and started bragging your ass off about being happy. In any case, I realized that I really can't leave that last post as my last entry because things are so very different now. I still haven't gotten a job, and I still can't sleep very well, but I do definitely now feel that I have the capability to work again, and I'm definitely pleased with the current state of my sex life. Basically, I feel mostly sane again - for the first time in like 6 months at least. And I'm dying to work again. I have got to get the fuck out of the house (for something other than partying.) Philip and I are going to Opry Mills tomorrow to apply for shitty retail jobs. I'm very excited about this. I want to work at Charlotte Russe. Or maybe Off Broadway. In the mean time, Julie is writing my cover letter for Vandy for me, and then I'll be able to apply to at least 20 separate research openings with a simple mouse click.

In other news, Philip has gotten me hooked on Dr. Who. Anyone who doesn't know anything about it might want to give it a look. The new seasons, anyway - last season and this season. It's really blowing me away. It airs on BBC1 every Saturday (not in the US) but Philip downloads them and has all the episodes if you're the marathon-TV DVD type (like me.)

Also, Dance Dance Revolution Extreme is now in full-effect at 1111 Cinderella St. Call me any time you want to dance your ass off.

I have to go put another coat of paint on my bathroom that I've been painting for the last two weeks.

Lovins and Kisses, y'all.