  Sick again. Sick sick sicky sickeroo sick sick sickety sick. I've got a bunch of non-specific symptoms telling me buptkiss, save for misery and i are going steady, or something. Aghh. I'm so cranky about it I'd like to go out and infect the world. Come, everyone, share my cranky sickyness. Had a job interview on Saturday. Went ok, still haven't completed my application in that I've not gotten around to emailing my resume and references.
It seems inordinately tiring to do anything. Makes me figure "Hey, well, if I can't muster the energy to forward my application, i really, really shouldn't get the job, nor should I try. " The position is that of a parental helper; basically, gopher and kid-chaser for a pregnant lady who can't lift anything. It's two days a week, and entails a whopping sum of 100 dollars a day. Nice family, nice kids, both parentals are doctors; a GP, and a head shrinker. (You know, I mean no disrespect when I use that term. It is simply because I can't spell the technical, nor am i inclined to be arsed about looking it up, sounding it out, or interupting my 'thought' processes to check it out. The more observant of you will notice that I can't spell. Why go for surprise? ) I applied in the first place for purely mercantile reasons, and I think my spirit is trying to make sure I don't do anything stupid. Like, take a job which i have no energy for. (And probably, ought not try for as I couldn't get funding for school, if that were the case.
) Although, to be fair, since my birthday, I have been actually Doing Things, like keeping the apartment clean, walking the dog, and other assorted normal person stuff. Crashed out hard after a few days, though. Phoned the Caseworker today to find out about funding. No news. She told me she was going to phone as soon as she found out. It's frustrating, but at the same time, I'm glad it is taking longer than shorter. It is my superstition that it takes a lot less time to say "No". I suppose I've got an all right chance to get the funding; it's typically for an entire training program at a college, and I just need one university course. I'm sort of wondering, though, that bad credit would make them say no. I don't think so, but wouldn't they look upon it as a lack of responsibilty, and decide I'd spend the alloted funds on smack or something?
The D&D supergroup is almost complete; we've got one person to jack up to eighth level. Last week it was much fun, but extremely chaotic and loud. Got extremely tired afterward. Also, despite the fact that everyone is friends in the supergroup, I felt very anxious, like i generally do in crowds. Not enough anixety to stop playing, though. I am writing again. Not much at all, but it's there. 
