Boo.

Things are... well, they're going, at least. I've gotten a few job inquiry calls today. Unfortunately, they're all with financial analyst companies, and though I have some experience there, it's not my favorite thing. I certainly requested more information just so I could get a feel for things, but I'm keeping my eye more firmly on technical writing / editing / proofreading / journalism opportunities. I just sent a cover letter and resume to the people at Poetry.com, which is centered in Owings Mills, where I currently work. They're looking for an editor and proofreader, so I figured it was worth a shot. I also applied at four local places on CareerBuilder, too. We'll see how it pans out.

I was attacked by a rosebush this morning. My usual way to get to the Metro was thwarted today when I found that they'd erected a big chain link fence beween me and the path. WTF? I got around it, but not after running into a pissed-off thorny bush and ripping my hands up. I spent my metro ride removing three thorns from my stomach. Ow. Also, dude on the Metro, don't you think it's just a little inappropriate to hit on a chick who's cleaning blood off herself? Ew.

In other news, tamnonlinear and aggiebell are teh awesomme. I was sitting home on Tuesday night, moping, and I got a knock at the door. It was completely dark on the first floor, so I couldn't see anything when I went to open the door. Lo and behold, it was Abby, her arms full of tomato soup, orange juice, fruit, you name it. She thrust the bag into my hands. "Eat something!" she admonished me, because when I'm stressed out, I don't so much really eat. So I did. I had tomato soup. (Tangent: I once had a girl tell me that she had a crush on me because she liked the way I ate tomato soup with a lot of salt. She was an odd girl, but extraordinarily pretty. Okay. She was kinda kooky, but at least she had fabulous breasts. The end.) And last night, Agnes showed up for our weekly date with chocolate and forced me to watch America's Next Top Model to get me feeling better. (That elimination? Bullshit!)

Anyway, yeah. Between that and deliriouscat sending me ridiculous Youtube links of suicidal weathermen and stick-figure Wesley dancing around to some equally-terrible "Strawberry Kisses" song, I've been poking my head out of water. I also got a cute Lush package from tennyo for my birthday, and the only thing I have to say is that Flosty Gritter smells fabulous. Or, at least, I'm sure it will, considering it has the American Cream fragrace. Right now, I can't smell much of anything. I haven't smelled anything in about six days.

My cold is now in the terrible, horrible coughing phase, but at least it's mostly out of my head. Feeling less ill always helps a little with the clarity. That, and awesome, snuggly, thigh-high socks. I have learned that I could totally blow a wad at Sock-Dreams.com. Er, when I have a stable income again, that is. My last paycheck is next Friday, and it will be two days short. Here's to hoping the job thing works itself out real soon. All in all, I feel a little less doom-and-gloom, but it'd be nice if the shitstorm of bad news could move on to someone else, nonetheless.

Oi. I have to clean some when I get in tonight. A good floor sweep, taking out the trash, moving storage boxes. I want things at least mildly presentable for when eiluned arrives tomorrow. And I should probably wash my garb tonight after bellydance. Eee. The weekend kind of snuck up on me.