HEY, Y'ALL.

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So here's the scoop:

1. I went in for an interview yesterday at 3:15, left at 3:42, at 3:54 I had a full-time job doing something (not sure; they had three different positions open and I told them which one I'd prefer, I can only assume I got the one I told them I'd prefer but I have no idea) at what seems to be like a mortgage/bankrupcty consultancy sort of joint. It's only $11 an hour but IT'S FULL-TIME, wtf, and I got it through the temp agency but the best thing is that it's a temp-to-perm sort of thing, so anyway the short story is that I've GOT A JOB, holy crap, and it's a HUGE load off my conscience and my back and my savings account, and I'll have $400 from that job alone not counting my job at the market research company (which I intend to keep, even just for a night or two a week) by the end of this week, and should be able to throw at LEAST $600 at savings for each month I'm there, which is AMAZING, and just about triples the savings goal I'd had for myself.
   
2. I am celebratorily drunk! I saw a really interesting recipe on slashfood (links later, when a) the internet works again and b)I'm slightly more sober, holy crap typing is hard) for a gin-and-pomegranate-molasses; thingy, so I got some Gordon's on the way home from work and stopped at Whole Foods and it is YUMMY. Something about the balance is off; I think maybe it needs more lime and more simple syrup because the molasses is really bitter, but I've tinkered with it and it's never been quite perfect yet, but WHATEVER.
   
3. I cried at the end of MAN IN THE FUCKING IRON MASK. Of course mother/child and father/child dynamics are always a huge emotional hair-trigger for me, but I missed half the damn movie (see next item) and came back for the end and HOLY CRAP, I CRIED during Man in the Iron effing Mask. Then, of course, as movies go, it ended, and now I have put on Narnia, and I WILL BE A WRECK IN 45 MINUTES, FYI. Of all the times I've see Narnia, Aslan dying has never; made me cry -- I have always sobbed like a damn baby for the coronation scene (those of you who've actually read The Last Battle might be able to understand why), and I'm sure when I'm drunk it will be ten times as worse, and DUDES I AM ALREADY CRIED OUT FROM THE MAN IN THE IRON FUCKING MASK, WTF.
   
4. Last weekend I briefly debated breaking out the cello, which has been up here since, um, last Thanksgiving, I think? And I haven't touched it, but tonight I ACTUALLY DID, and was truly amazed to find that not only could I still play -- as I played stuff I haven't looked at for at least two years and probably WAY longer, I could not only shift but shift INSTINCTIVELY and, even more amazingly, IN FUCKING TUNE. Dude. I am so proud of myself. Does anyone know of a community orchestra in the Twin Cities I could join? Because I do miss it, really I do, and the only reason I haven't been doing it up here (except for one semester a few years ago) is because orchestra conflicts with gospel choir, and that is NOT OKAY. One of my two-year resolutions is to play again, hopefully in a performative capacity but also only for myself if that's how it works out. I MISS CLASSICAL MUSIC. I miss my cello, and the way it fits between my knees, and I'm getting all emotional already about just having it in my hands again, and knowing what I'm doing, even while drunk AND out of practice, and playing music I've been playing for ten years and might not have seen for five. It took me all of ten minutes to whip its woefully slack and two-octaves-out-of-tune strings back into shape again, and holy crap. I love music.
   
5. I just restarted my computer and fired up iTunes to write this entry by, and first we had, randomly, Gin and Juice as covered by Blues Traveler, and then I decided I wanted to hear "Feels Just Like it Should" by Pat Green (yes, I finally found the country station in the Twin Cities and have been listening it just about every day, HUSH) and then a few more of his songs, and then Zac Hacker's "If It Wasn't For the Whiskey" from Nashville Star, which is not nearly as good recorded as it was live, but I'll still put it up for y'all tomorrow, probably. It's definitely the most powerful performance I have ever seen, and I know I'm drunk and emotional, but that statement is still true, bar none. I haven't watched the final episode yet so I don't know if he won, and even though his sister is INCREDIBLE too, I really think he deserves it, if only on the strength of that song. Also, I'll put up Jackie Green's "Honey I Been Thinking About You," because it is true and also a really sweet and great song.
   
   All that I need for to be satisfied is a woman who's nothin' like me/Love is for fools, is for fools such as I/And I can't tell you how and I can't tell you how and I can't tell you why/Oh but honey I just can't deny you at all.../And I ain't lookin' for a wife or a mother but honey i been thinking 'bout you/Well, maybe you're wrong, and maybe you're right, and maybe we can sit here and argue all night/Or maybe you just better turn out the lights 'cause honey I been thinkin' 'bout you
   
   
6. Um. Did I have something else? I don't think so. I'm REALLY GLAD that I have a job, finally, and that I can still play the cello, and that I am drunk, and that Narnia is so incredible and that it makes me cry every time, and that Jackie Greene is great, and that it was FORTY-NINE degrees today, and that I seem to be on the right track in a lot of ways, and that people dropped by completely unexpectedly yesterday (read: I wasn't even home yet when they showed up) and my house was clean and the sink was shiny and I felt completely comfortable having complete strangers in my home without any warning at all. That's actually a pretty big milestone for us, and I'm really proud of it.

"The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning."

*SOBS*

But ANYWAY. Enough about me. How's y'all's weekends so far?