One two three, Peter Paul and Mary...

Two hours ago I was thinking about how strange it was for a 24-year-old girl to be thinking about going to bed at 9:00 on a Friday night. But then Madre and I talked and I was forced to stay up 'cause a girl can't just hang up on her mother, especially when said mother has had a bad day.

But now I can't sleep.

I have a headache, and nothing to cure it. Going for tylenol would require leaving my hotel room and finding an open convenience store in a town where even the bars close up tight at midnight. I'm in the bustling city of Nacogdoches for work; the last of my parish emergency planning workshops is tomorrow. Which means I have to be up early. Which means I should be passed out cold right now.

But no, no. I'd rather lie in bed changing positions thirty-five times in as many seconds, thinking about how I'm going to answer interview questions for a position that I'm afraid I'm only moderately qualified for.

Yes, that's right. I have an interview.

With just three months left in my VISTA service, I've started researching jobs. I've been so busy lately that IF I have time to look at anything, I only have time to apply for jobs that truly interest me. There have been two thus far, and one requested an interview.

The job seems like it would be a perfect fit, but it's also the type that most people come into with several years of hands-on experience. My few years of experience is more indirect, and I'm concerned that it won't be enough to put me ahead of the pack throughout the interview process.

I realize that I shouldn't be stressing about this, especially at 11:11 (make a wish!) p.m. on a Friday night in Nacogdoches, but I am. Thoughts are flinging and zinging all over my aching brain. It's like pong is happening in my head right now.

Yay for awesome yet antiquated video game analogies.

Mmmk.

Now that I've got that all out, and you all were privileged enough to partake of my only slightly coherent rambles, I think the light will be turned BACK off and I will attempt to drift away to a land of lollipops and banjos.

Goodnight all. Much love, as always, from Texas.