i think i need some meta-muse-il to keep me writing regularly...yes it is a bad pun, but i just couldn't resist. all my spare time's been spent making christmas presents lately. i'd tell you what i've been making, but the people receiving the gifts also read this. that would be counter-productive. so, what has our heroine been doing since we saw her last?

i lost a contact lense sometime wednesday night, so i've been enjoying a Week In Glasses. besides that, i had a job interview friday, for a child learning center that's attached to a Major Pharmaceutical Company. they have 175 children, including a fully functioning kindergarten. i'm impressed. they let me play with the preschoolers for about an hour, to see how i interact with kids i guess, but i was just happy to play board games with munchkins. then the person in charge asked me a billion questions about kids, parents, taking care of people, conflict resolution, and such. i think i answered right, because she kept smiling and she invited me on the spot for a second interview. keep your fingers crossed for me, kids!

otherwise very little. it was a good weekend at the youth center, because people actually came. it's nice to be paid for actually chaperoning someone. no ghost sightings, for a change, though on friday night people thought it was funny to bang on all the windows and scare me to death. saturday there was a disastrous band practice, kiley came and played pool with her 'friend' from college, and after they all left for dinner, basil came in. and then on to the diner. the waitress is outliving all our expectations by not having quit or had a nervous breakdown yet; we had a pool going on how long she'd last. i was out by two weeks. waitresses don't last long in that diner; i think it's the misogynist tendencies of the owners and the waiters. they like to sit around and watch tv while one waitress takes care of everybody.

and then at the diner, in the middle of a good conversation with basil, in walks...Smarmy Radio Guy. and his date. who proceed to plop themselves down in our booth. Smarmy Radio Guy has a show on the local college station, and he plugs it shamelessly to get female attention. as in "want to come hang out at the radio station with me?" i swear he's actually slime-coated, and that's what makes him impervious to suggestion. ignoring him does absolutely no good. i inched further and further toward the wall, and he inched himself closer and closer toward me. apparently his leg was magnetically attached to mine. shudder. i mentioned the Green Party. he asked what it was. i'm not going to fault someone for his lack of political awareness, but then i mentioned Erasure, and he asked who they were. and maybe you don't know that Erasure is an electronica band who, in my opinion, is terrible. but shouldn't someone whose entire life revolves around their "career" in radio know at least the names of bands?

today, i plan to watch endless movies, sleep when i feel tired, and generally behave like a tree sloth, minus the tree. in our next issue, watch our heroine wrangle small children, deal with Youngest Nephew's absessed tooth, and go on a quest for cheap contacts! wow, i'd make a really lousy comic book character.

smile, you're on candid camera! -beatpoetgrrl

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