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Had second phone interview. Tried not to sound too smirky (I think sometimes I come off smirky even when I'm not meaning to be). I think it went well, but we shall see.
Had my favorite soup again, and it was just as good as always, but I ate way too much bread. With loads of butter. And a glass of red wine. Mmmm. Then we went to a play and, I rarely say this, kind of wish we hadn't gone. I mean, it wasn't terrible, but seriously, how many young white male coming of age stories does the world really need? It was set in WWII, an American family at their summer home just across the border in Canada. There was lots of talk about this young man finding his potential and he tries painting and sculpting and a bunch of other stuff and also just generally acts like a fourteen year old brat (which okay, most fourteen year olds are brats) and then at the end of the play, the young man tells how he tried several other things and then, oh, then, he wrote this play! And the youngest and I turn to each other and say, "He still hasn't found his potential."
Had my favorite soup again, and it was just as good as always, but I ate way too much bread. With loads of butter. And a glass of red wine. Mmmm. Then we went to a play and, I rarely say this, kind of wish we hadn't gone. I mean, it wasn't terrible, but seriously, how many young white male coming of age stories does the world really need? It was set in WWII, an American family at their summer home just across the border in Canada. There was lots of talk about this young man finding his potential and he tries painting and sculpting and a bunch of other stuff and also just generally acts like a fourteen year old brat (which okay, most fourteen year olds are brats) and then at the end of the play, the young man tells how he tried several other things and then, oh, then, he wrote this play! And the youngest and I turn to each other and say, "He still hasn't found his potential."