Uh, since the last post I also had a job interview that I spent a lot of time preparing for. I didn't get the job, but I think it'll be good practice. Gotta keep trying.
I kept telling myself I wouldn't be upset if I didn't get the job, because I did the best I could, but it was still hard to get the news. You can't just keep yourself from being sad.
I bought myself this trophy at the MCC to cheer myself up. It's for, uh, slow-pitch baseball, but still.
Started the morning pages back up, but now I'm writing them in a book instead of typing them. Part of the reason is that I need to teach myself how to use a light grip, because my wrists and muscle tension is causing me to hulk-grip everything. I've been writing with a marker so I have to be mindful of how hard I'm pressing, which seems to be helping a lot. I had a flareup after twisting my wrist on the basement doorknob (damn old house!) but we just keep trying.
Lastly, I love this post at The Toast about the old days of Livejournal, but it brings up a lot of angst. I started mine when I was 13 or 14 and even just thinking about it makes me feel all clammy. An archive of stuf I would prefer not to remember. Being angsty, lonely, wondering why my friends never invited me anywhere, wondering why I was afraid of everybody and couldn't figure out why... Ugh. That is some mixed nostalgia right there.