Blah.
I feel icky and I want to go somewhere else.
Was watching an episode of Law and Order last night, and one of the news blurbs afterwards was about a jogger who'd gone missing on Cougar Mountain in Issaquah - he'd left at around seven in the morning, and his wife reported him missing that night at around eleven. Turns out it's the father of a friend of mine from high school theatre. As of this morning, no new developments. You never think it'll happen to somebody you know...
Had a dream last night that my car got stolen. Specifically, I was driving it and someone was in the passenger seat, and I stopped and got out because I'd left my parking permit at home, and when I got out, whoever it was in the passenger seat moved over and drove off. One of my cats was arrested for it, and apparently they were going to put him down or something, and I was trying really hard to prevent that, but no one would help me, no matter how much I asked, and I woke up almost in tears.
My mother brought me an application for Barnes and Noble, despite my repeated comments that working in a bookstore would drive me crazy. It... I don't know. I'll fill out the damn application and apparently if I bring it there at one o'clock on Monday, I'll get an interview. So. Argh. It's... probably the best shot I have right now.
ON THE PLUS SIDE, guys, I called Emma's home phone, and she is not dead. She is, apparently, without internet, but hoping that this will be rectified in good time. I am instructed to pass on her profuse apologies to everybody, and that she misses you all.
Was watching an episode of Law and Order last night, and one of the news blurbs afterwards was about a jogger who'd gone missing on Cougar Mountain in Issaquah - he'd left at around seven in the morning, and his wife reported him missing that night at around eleven. Turns out it's the father of a friend of mine from high school theatre. As of this morning, no new developments. You never think it'll happen to somebody you know...
Had a dream last night that my car got stolen. Specifically, I was driving it and someone was in the passenger seat, and I stopped and got out because I'd left my parking permit at home, and when I got out, whoever it was in the passenger seat moved over and drove off. One of my cats was arrested for it, and apparently they were going to put him down or something, and I was trying really hard to prevent that, but no one would help me, no matter how much I asked, and I woke up almost in tears.
My mother brought me an application for Barnes and Noble, despite my repeated comments that working in a bookstore would drive me crazy. It... I don't know. I'll fill out the damn application and apparently if I bring it there at one o'clock on Monday, I'll get an interview. So. Argh. It's... probably the best shot I have right now.
ON THE PLUS SIDE, guys, I called Emma's home phone, and she is not dead. She is, apparently, without internet, but hoping that this will be rectified in good time. I am instructed to pass on her profuse apologies to everybody, and that she misses you all.