11.05.03 :: 11:53 pm

Someone explain why I do this to myself.

I am sitting here, in pajamas, hair all filthy and matted with rain, bawling my idiot, sadsack eyes out at Nina Simone's version of "Here Comes the Sun."

In other less lameass news, my interview went really well, but I probably did not get the job. I am not sure I was aggressive enough about how much I really want it and how supremely qualified I am.

Big, big sigh.

Some small good news is that the eye doctor and I have another date on Sunday to see a sad and miserable and gorgeous little New Orleans blues quartet who just make you want to die, in a good way.

The little things.

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