  The cat, Fida, goes haywire every night at about three fifteen. She tears around the house, tries to open up doors, and generally makes as much noise as felinely possible. i know this because not only has she woken me up, but the last few days, three am is when I got up. My big plan for the week is to make a huge pot of stew for some superfriends that live about. I'm still in job limbo, sometimes paralysed with fear that I'm not going to get a job, as matter of fact, the thought has crossed my mind that Kurt and the animals and I will be living out of the civic come march. Oy. I want that assistant job so badly I can taste it. I went to the church monday to show my face, and meet some salient people. Unfortunately, the person will be hired by a board, (2 by 4) so there was no one to introduce myself to.
I'm phoning today to find out if The Powers That Be got my application ok. Please send much mojo, good vibes, prayers, and all that my way, I need this job, and I'd be GOOD at it. (Namely, I'd be doing research on the internet to find ways to fund charity programs, and being the plan co-ordinator's lackey. ) Also, if there are any ideas on how to get this job, any little hints, let me know. Also applied to be an admin assistant to an accountant.
The man's name is unfortunate: Ian A. Freake. Mr. Freake. You've got to like that. I haven't written a single solitary creative thing since...since...wow. A long time. Last thing I was working on I shut down because it was about Kali, and me being the ignorant fark that i am, didn't realise that kali worship is alive and well. Sure, i could modify it comepletely, but I've not had the engine to do anything of the sort in a long while. Then, there was a kid's story about a little girl who wants to be a fly on the wall, but again, the creative juices have slowed and thickened. Could be a winter thing, I suppose. 
