wish me luck

thanks to the machinations of the Superwife, i am firmly booked for an interview for a job that actually might be worth my time. if/when i get it, i will be teaching adults creative writing on a part time basis...for part time money, i suppose - but it's the experience that counts.

(i like that - 'Superwife' - perhaps i will keep that)

i'm also trying to swallow the bile that rises whenever i think about the good times i'm about to miss with Mah Freends in tdot this week. i'm sad i wont get to have a Wing Tribal Council, or scarf a kebab on the Danforth, or be generally dum. next time, perhaps.

in spite of the Policy at the airline (and thanks to Supermotherinlaw) i AM going to get on a plane today. i hope i can get a pill to combat the effects of paranoia and stereotyping, much less nausea and sleeplessness. and i think the outbound movie is a tender coming of age story about a red haired girl from Newfoundland or something. with any luck, i'll pass out and wake up in Manchester, refreshed and ready to take on the world. (more likely, i'll be stumbling into the nearest coffee shop and asking them to replace my blood with espresso).

so, whether the jitters are caffienated or pure nerves, wish me luck!