magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

i've been somewhat masochistically torturing myself in the mornings recently. by default. i wake up every morning thinking about stef. but with nothing in particular to do with my life, and knowing that the world outside of my bedroom is going to be cold and dreary, i stay in bed. hashing and rehashing those thoughts, in a sort of half-awake, primordial soup state of consciousness.

i did that for a while this morning, until the ringing of my phone forced me to pull my head from beneath the covers and deal with the outside world. it was the first response that i have received from all the resumes that i have sent out. regarding an internship with an 'award winning broadcast and set design firm'. they would like me to come in for an interview. 'there are some things you should know up front,' beatrice (the woman on the phone with the cool british accent) warned me, 'this is an internship. it's three months, full-time, nine to five, and only pays minimum wage.'

but, it could be a way to get my foot in the door of an industry that i would love to work in. which is something for me to ask them about at the interview. and so that could be very exciting.

and later this afternoon, i went to an interview at a vegetarian cafe that is looking for a part-time counterperson, three nights a week, $6/hr plus tips. but, they were planning on making a decision tonight and getting back to people, with training starting tomorrow afternoon. it's almost midnight, and i didn't hear back from them, so i suspect that i didn't get the job.

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'today was groundhog day, wasn't it?' i asked george. i've been telling people for the past month that the groundhog better be predicting an early end to winter. i found the official site online. 'six more weeks of winter. according to the groundhog.'

'fuck him them.'

'there was a really stupid poem involved. so i'm not impressed.'

'fuck the poet too then.' both of us are ready for this winter to be over now.