Wow. Do I hate interviews. In general, I hate things that I am not skilled at, and even though I've had a lot of practice in the last four years, it has helped only incrementally in my interviewing prowess. It is also not good that the program I applied for is really challenging and hard and I don't know if I will enjoy it or if I would be miserable for the whole six weeks.Making these sorts of decisions seems to chop off all these other nebulous possibilities, that are kind of unreal and almost as scary. I don't know. I've gotta have some sort of future plan or I will be stuck moping around Missoula for the next how many years.
Mmm. Hungry. I feel like cooking, something kind of impressive, which I would then like to share with friends. The state of my kitchen is a slight problem. I could also clean up after last night, read some homework, something to keep me busy and not thinking about selling myself to strangers.
(spoon carver, bread baker) gypsy, nomad, wandering errant walker.
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