  Logically now, why would my blog keep disappearing? Is it possible the damn thing is allergic to virtually non-existant html skills?
Anyways, drank last night. Not exactly heroic amounts, but enough that the world indeed had a pleasant, fuzzy feeling to it. Paid for said indiscretion today, though. Not hangovers; hardly ever get them, but sometimes I get alcohol-induced paranoia, so i was a big ol' ball of live nerves today.
Luckily, I didn't have to explain this to Kurt, he too was on an edge. Nothing that can't be cured with time and sleep though. It's one of the myriad reasons I do not drink often. Dave vamoosed today, I'm feeling a little guilty, because of the sleep scheduling thing, he spent a lot of time playing video games with Kurt. They got along wonderfully, of course, but I felt that he could have easily taken offense at me ignoring him, or Kurt could have taken offense at me pawning off people to him to entertain. So, I spent as much time with him as I could, then took a nap when i realised I had asked three seperate times what a mutual friend was doing work-wise. "He's a contractor............He's a contractor........................................he's a CONTRACTOR. " We spent a lot of time giggling like idiots in the bar, I also think he really liked the Merry Band of Tards.
(Who doesn't? ) Today, I didn't see him before he left, as I didn't fall asleep until 12 or so. That would be pm. Argh. Oh heeeeeeeey, got a call from a pizza place yesterday, tomorrow I have an interview. Yay! I like working in kitchens, they feel like home to me. Grandmother and Granfather had a resturant when I was a wee pup, so, there's something comforting about pizza ovens, deep fryers, BIIIIIGGG mixers, etc. It is not an Adult job. Well, it is, but it is not a Career Endeavor. Ok, well, it is for some, certainly, and I'm very pleased, but it feels out of tune with the jobs I've been applying for lately.
But, I am proud to get called for a job there, in my opinon it is the BEST pizza place possibly anywhere, and I get (you know, if i get the job) to make these truly above par pizza pies. Plus, it's a job where a body makes stuff, so it'll be up there on the job satisfaction. The downsides are possibly smelling like fast food all the time, weird hours, and the possibility of being there all the time; the hours range from 30-60 a week.
There's also the coping fear, I would be actually interacting with people all day long, and doing fairly hard work (They are the best, after all, they're busy people). So, send me mojo pretty please, that I get the job, and that I have the cojones and ability to keep the job. many beers were drank and lots of friends were dancing Scotskins make us fat 
