I applied to, and got an interview with, the evil empire and commercial juggernaut that is Wally World. Turns out they have a position open making doughnuts. Full time, 4am to 1pm. That's gonna sting, but I think I can learn to live with the 8 o'clock nightly bedtime. I interview tuesday. Wish me luck.

If all goes well, hopefully in the next few months I'll afford some form of internet access and be online regularly again. I've been taking so many great photos, and I miss posting them. If all goes even well-er, who knows... maybe I'll even be able to get a place of my own by the end of the year. Wouldn't that be peachy? Cleveland was a dry run... a practice adulthood. Time for the real one to begin soon. I'm sick of being thirty and living like a seventeen year old.

I mean, in the three plus years that I've known Dark Haired Girl, on not one single occasion (and family picnics DO NOT count) have I been able to say "Hey, DHG, come on over to my place tonight." Never.

She commented on how changed, confident, and grown up I was after I came back from Cleveland, and I felt it too. But all that has vanished in a poof of fading memory, and I feel like I've reverted to being just the same old dork that I was this time last year.

...only with gray hairs. Which I don't mind. I like finding new ones, and they're appearing with ever-increasing frequency. Soon enough I'll be all Einstein-chic with a big curly messy tangle of shiny silver hair. And I'll gleefully flip off those god-awful Just For Men commercials.

Speaking of hair, What's with Seth Rogen? Just as he brings the whole chubby-guy-with-glasses-and-curly-hair look into vogue (which I just happen to match), he goes buzzed with contacts in his latest movie. Dammit! :-)