Friday, 24 February 2017

Something

Friday, 24 February 2017 11:45 pm
apollymi: Hicks training Ripley w/weapons, Ripley looking over shoulder at him, text reads "You started this. Show me everything" (Aliens**Hicks/Ripley: Show me everything)
I'm not too sure how man words I have in me today. I'm tired... but what else is new? It seems like I'm always tired.

I did a phone interview today with Georgia State University in the Academic Testing department. Were I to get the job, it would mostly be overseeing testing to make certain that no one cheats, or at least that's what it sounds like from the description. I also went ahead and applied for two more jobs at GSU while I was on the site. It seemed like a good idea at the time. We'll see if anything comes of any of it, yeah?

I'm not exactly holding my breath here. After all, I've lost count how many applications and interviews I've done since I moved to Atlanta in 2013. It has to be over 1,100 applications and 25 interviews, though. I'm starting to think I'm going to be stuck at the restaurant until the day I die... because it's going to kill me.

I'm working on getting the next bit of Wicked Ones posted. I'm also trying to persuade that particular Joshua to let me finish the scene we're in, but he's not in the mood to cooperate. Whatever happened to my talkative Mean Joshua who gave me so many words over November, December, and January? Where did he go? Is it because I bragged on my philosophy of "shut up and let the Mean Faraday talk"? Because if so, not cool, man. I need words. I need all the words.

Gods, I could just fall sleep right where I'm sitting: scrunched up in a corner of the couch in [personal profile] katsuko's room, heading lolling to one side, kitty tucked up to my side. Roo has been a wonderful helper today, after all. It's been a very good thing. I wish he could go do the hosting at Mirko for me sometimes, but I'll take the rest of the help I get from him. Right now it's the "holding the couch down so it doesn't float away" kind of help, which is very, very important, you know.

What I need to be doing when the gay cowboys aren't talking to me is working on the rewrite of Color of Life. Instead, I'm just sort of sitting here, staring at my Tumblr like it's going to do a trick. To be fair, it might. You never really know with Tumblr.

Anyway, I should be writing, but since I'm drifting off and having a very hard time typing without typos, I'm thinking I'm going to call it a night.

Later, all.