  So, either the interview went really well, or I blew it. It gets dicey, I think, when you, as the applicant, uses a phrase like "farts in the bathtub. " I guess what it comes down to is that I'm pretty sure the interviewers liked me, figured i was a quick learner and such, but I don't have any experience, and they know that. They want someone for monday, so I suppose it's a matter of waiting around to see if i get a phone call. Either way, I think I'm cool, I like the pizza place, and if i get this other job, i'll be doing something I was pretty pumped for.
More nightmares last night of the vaguer sort, when i 'remember' them, all i can think of is the fear. On the upside, i was only awake in the wee hours for about 2 and a half, so that's a definite improvement over sleeping two hours, awake for three, repeat. Oh, yeah, no ex-girlfriends of indeterminate mental states yesterday. 
