1:42 p.m. Putting in the hours, that's all I'm doing. Say, if I were motivated, excited, happy about this job I'd find stuff to do. Or, at least I would not ignore the things I need to do.

Two resumes out. One pending. Many more require sending. Not much out there, unfortunately.

I'm hoping at least for an interview with UW. I have an 'in', I just need to get in the interview room.

Matt asked last night if I'm feeling better. I said maybe. I'm trying to make the small changes, but cancelled a date with the girls to veg at home.

The Pull for Kids event is a slow moving ship. I think I'll be lucky to have 12 teams participate. Don't get me wrong, it'll be great regardless. But when you fall short of your goal, it sucks. Not taking it to heart, though. I can't bare to.

Sunday afternoon Ames came over for a much needed girl time. We sat around my backyard drinking Caesars (yummy!) and chatting. Switched to wine and by the time my mom served dinner we were quite giggly.

Post dinner was insanely funny. Out comes my mother with her little japanese container with pot. Brings out the pipe and Ames all over it like...well, she's very excited. Mom takes a toke after Ames, then me and then Colleen. Before she inhales she says: you know, I prolly shouldn't do this.

After the second toke, she's out. I have to carry her to her bed.

I walk Amy to Tim's place because she's in no state to drive...nor is she in any state to walk. It was a blissful walk.

I pass out ontop of my covers with the phone in my hand.

Who's class now, baby.

n@s