shorter than that other meme

via idragosani:

List 10 things that make you happy, tag some people afterward.

1. cats
   
2. the ocean
   
3. books
   
4. bad movies
   
5. good friends
   
6. a perfect, crisp pinot grigio
   
7. a perfect, crisp McDonald's french fry
   
8. a perfect, crisp October day (alas, we don't have those here)
   
9. writing
   
10. Don Dixon

Tag, You're it!

things and stuff

i interviewed for a job at gamespot wednesday, but didn't get it. i totally blew the interview: i was late, i was scattered, i talked too much, and i came off as a flake. i've never screwed up an interview that badly before. i feel pretty bad about it, because the recruiter i was working through (a friend of matrushkaka's) was a really nice guy, and prepped me very thoroughly. but i've just not been quite myself the last couple of weeks. i'm not sure how much of it is stress and how much might be an increase in my lithium dosage.

either way, it's probably for the best -- the job would've required me to spend about half my time in Atlanta, and i have no idea what i'd have done about the cats.

after spending last weekend and the first two days of this week freaking out over the cleaning thing, and then wednesday freaking out over the job thing, i was so exhausted it took all of thursday and friday for me to recover. i did a bunch of reading, and a bunch of writing, and today i feel almost human again.

i'd physically overexerted myself as well -- with the cleaning and then walking up and down 2nd trying to find the cnet offices. after the interview, i walked over to the recruiter's office as well, and then all the way back from California and Montgomery to 2nd and Bryant, where i'd parked. i looked everything up on a map afterward, and i estimate i walked a bit over 2 miles total. for me, that's a fucking marathon.

what the hell, i need the exercise, but damn, i was so tired. i've been eating nothing but crap from the freezer. i've got to get some vegetables into me. i don't quite have the energy to hit the farmer's market, but i'm thinking about some sweet potato and leek turnovers for dinner, and a nice big salad.

the apartment is still clean. go me!

addendum: last night i had a long, involved dream in which a very hot dominatrix i'd gone to for alterations on the very hot red leather dress with lots of zippers and things that i was wearing talked me with hilarious ease into taking on one of her clients because she was overbooked. i completely blew it, of course. but damn, i looked fucking hot in that dress. (it looked something like this, only in red, with black buckles.) i woke up feeling both sexy and incredibly lame.