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Tuesday, 4 February 2014 15:13Today is the day between two job interviews (for the same position) and I feel inexplicably unproductive. I did do things -- looked at train schedules and rent estimates, went grocery shopping, skimmed several job postings -- somehow that seems to slip away from my awareness. February is an odd month. Spring is creeping up to judge me (spring is undoubtedly the most judgmental of the four seasons) but the cold and the dark are still getting me down.
If I have a job by Valentine's Day I will declare 2014 an unmitigated success. Or rather, HTSHA`D, I suppose.
I told my sister I was planning to submit to a major newspaper's unpublished prose writers' contest. I ought, I have a mythological tale that's been burning a hole in my brain, and all it's short is a hook of some sort.
I wonder if my blue button-down shirt still fits properly. Many of my things are comically baggy, now. At least I'm off the zolpidem, thank heavens, although probably a work routine will do better for my living habits than anything else. And my computer is stable, which is a damned relief.
Why is my thought process all over the place.
If I have a job by Valentine's Day I will declare 2014 an unmitigated success. Or rather, HTSHA`D, I suppose.
I told my sister I was planning to submit to a major newspaper's unpublished prose writers' contest. I ought, I have a mythological tale that's been burning a hole in my brain, and all it's short is a hook of some sort.
I wonder if my blue button-down shirt still fits properly. Many of my things are comically baggy, now. At least I'm off the zolpidem, thank heavens, although probably a work routine will do better for my living habits than anything else. And my computer is stable, which is a damned relief.
Why is my thought process all over the place.
