The folks haven’t contacted me about the job I applied for – they wanted my availability for an interview and I guess are too busy to get back to me. This seems to happen a lot. I hold my breath hoping for good news and don’t get any, and then all of a sudden I realize that I’m supposed to be writing. Anyway, This Bit is working out well.
King Canute, your agent’s on the other line.
Filking tonight and giving Keith a ride to the ferry in the morning. Then churchy stuff in the afternoon (another pointless workshop called Focusing on What’s Important, but hey, there will be food), and Water Ceremony on Sunday. Apparently some money has fallen out of the sky for growth. I think we should buy a yurt, decorate it loudly, and have church in a different location for a year to go out among the people. Church in a yurt. Beautiful. I think I wanna yurt.
Back to Michel and his bad stupid foolish holy crap day (writing).
Why I don’t date, part 49/b.
Guy responds to me liking his profile. He comes clean about his weight. I know that it’s a good thing he’s done this and praise his honesty. I ask him how his feet are and never hear from him again. All I wanted to do was find out if he can walk half a kilometre on level ground unassisted, and I specifically said I don’t do hills. I guess that was pushing too hard.