Tortitude

How did everything get so speeded up busy?

Tonight:

- Get gas. Car refuses to run without it. Stupid car.
- Grocery shop for potluck at Colleen's house (bittersweet event--our former group from work)
- Must. Clean. KITCHEN. (I've tried waiting; it won't clean itself.)
- Prepare 50 stuffed mushroom caps (two kinds, fennel/sun-dried tomato and sausage)
- Hang out with Sarah
- Prepare for interview. Blech.

Tomorrow:

- INTERVIEW. Third and final. Very curious if they'll make an offer and what it might be.
- Drop off dry cleaning
- Buy cat food from Mud Bay
- Work for at least a few hours
- Bake mushrooms, wrap them up, and head over to Colleen's
- Tidy house, change sheets, clean master bathroom because GODDAMN
- Pack for trip to LA

And dammit, I'm getting sick. My one fervent hope is that I can just make it through my interview. I really don't want to have to reschedule as it's a meeting with the CEO, CTO, and a senior VP. Not that I relish getting on a plane while sick, but I can handle that if I can just make it through the damn interview.

Mostly I'm a little congested and sleepy. I'm pounding water, orange juice, airborne, and advil in the hopes that I can live better through chemistry.

Biggest problem is that it gets dark at practically 2PM and all I want to do when I get home is light a fire and snuggle with Hobbes and a book. No motivation whatsoever to do anything remotely productive. Feel as though may die waiting for upcoming sabbatical month of indulgence. My biggest retarded fear currently is that Adobe will want to extend again, and I'm too big of a slut to turn them down, and I MUST!

And we're supposed to be all evolved, yet bears to get to nap for all of winter. We have totally failed as a species.