I GOT TWELVE HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT.
It was the most mind-altering, sweetly beautiful shut-eye that I’ve ever experienced while laying on several dozen planks with nary a mattress. I feel GOOD.
The fridge was scarce of milk, so I settled for a bowl of sugar-free oatmeal. I hear that’s a good meal to eat before you go searching for a job, and that’s just what I did.
Search — did I ever search! I searched, alllll day, everywhere. I searched for jobs in a box, I searched for jobs with a fox, I searched for jobs here, and there, and everywhere.
Alas, I think I found a few. And tomorrow I have an interview — a real, live interview for a real job! (Why this is so hard to believe, I’m uncertain. Being out of the business for so long will do this to you.)
Also among today’s tasks was memorizing my new address — quite the feat when your former residencies have been no more than 10 characters long.
Right now, however, all I want to do is sleep on my sweet bed without a mattress. For twelve hours.
So. Righteous.
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