- fall down
- throw up
- have "robot face"
- tote around a ratty backpack
The results aren't in but I am relatively confident that if I don't get any in-firm interviews, it will not be because of an Interview Disaster.
Also made the moot team. Mooty-mooty-mooty-mooty-mooty...
Joey currently has no health concerns (miraculous in itself).
My building has a new front door so it's not constantly unlocked (because, hey, why fear a home invasion when you can just invite one?)
I EXUBERATE FANTASTICISM!!!
Actually, I fear things may be going just a little too well. When things go well, something has to happen to mess it up. That is The Way of El Mundo. However, I feel I may be saved from the inevitable bad luck that follows a spate of good luck since I found out today that my balcony is likely to fall down. It's a bit leany. Correction: a lot leany. There is talk (among two French construction guys) of installing a support beam of considerable heft to prevent the aforementioned collapse.
Never has shoddy construction been so well-timed. Thank you, Mr. Balcony for saving me from myself.
