The job interview: I went, thanks to my dad lending me HIS car after I dropped him off at work. This never happens but he's been letting me drive his more often because he trusts me not to strand him places. So thanks Dad, I love you.
The job interview itself? I thought it went pretty bad. This sucks, guys, it really sucks.
I need a job - not even just for the money, but to get out of the house regularly for my sanity.
On the other hand, I have this car to myself for the rest of the afternoon and I'm thinking I should abuse the privilege to do some errands. Rather than catch up on sleep, which is what I want to do (but I had all that pre-interview coffee.)
Speaking of, I basically do have to go to Zia's and sell some stuff, irregardless of the somewhat-retarded idea of going to Berkeley in a month. For I have no more coffee and my dad loathes buying it for me. Fuck.
ETA: Yay, Noelle's coming over with her baby to cheer me up. Awesome.
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