I know you've been inside, but what were you in for?

It's the kind of morning where you aren't sure if it is 6AM or 9AM or 5 in the afternoon. The sun will come out tomorrow, I guess. I like days like this, though, especially when it isn't actively raining. Sunshine just makes me squint and burn. Where's the fun in that?

I'm working a west-coast shift today, so the time warp is fitting. Nothing like being chained to a desk past 9PM. Frees up my morning though, to type this and go to the bank and buy dinner provisions. West-coast shift is way better than east-coast shift, wherein I have to report at 9:30 and am rarely on my way before 8. Now that is a day killer.

I think I am getting a job soon. I have a feeling. Where? No idea. But I think October is my lucky month. (Actually, I always want to say November when I am thinking it, so that may be more the case, but that is not soon enough for me.) So, after 30 solid months of looking and looking and crying and sending resumes and waiting and booking interviews and hating and waiting and waiting and being rejected, now I'm just going to get a job somehow? And why? I don't know, man, I just think I am. Isn't that cute? My total break with reality is absolutely adorable.

In other news, I know I flaked on Secret Fun Club, but this has been a September to dismember, and really, chopping people up is way harder than it looks in the movies. Takes forever, too. But no, the real story is that everyone in my life mostly has their birthday all at once, to destroy me, and so I am so busy with shopping and wrapping and crying when things don't arrive on time, and also fun events. There were about 83 such events this past weekend alone, and they were all magical. In case you were wondering. SFC will have its triumphant return in October.