"Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem"

Bookends.

So, this morning, I woke up calming myself from a trip up a Tower of winding stairs, dealing with the woes of people, on each level, until I reached the top, which was the Rugrats (Mark Mothersbaugh conversation, the other day), crawling around the floor among oversized groceries. Which became me making a bacon sandwich of extremely varying composition (eggs, no eggs, cheese, three kinds of cheese, etc.). This turned into a beach party with Aerosmith and Alice Cooper, and a kid's father realising that he was good at throwing parties, and helping him start a promotional company, to do just that. We all (you and me) had fun at the beach party. Al was drinking a beer that was a combination of Stella Artrois and Red Brick.

When I woke up, I calmed myself down, in regards to my interview, tomorrow, and got up and moving.

I got an e-mail, this morning, on the GSU PhilGrad list, about a Job opportunity at Morehouse. So I sent in all of my materials, Again (Because I'm professional, like that.). E-mailed, this time. We'll see how it goes.

Now it's time for coffee and thinking whether it's expected that I'd be looking for jobs more suited to my field, even as I prepare to interview for other positions. And, even so, am I okay with that, in myself?

Book Ends.

Important thoughts on Image and Carriage:

mech_angel is talking about some really important stuff, for individual consideration, over here:

http://mech-angel.livejournal.com/732071.html

Check it out.

Roll Call:

1) Who are you and why are you here?

2) What other Social Networking sites are you on, that you want me to know about (e.g. Twitter, Facebook, etc.)?

3) Would You Like To Play A Game?

[8.11pm: In more revealing news, I used to dream of what could have been my Anima/Shadow Self as a love interest with short black hair, and a personality like this.

How's that for narcissism?

Cheers.]