A-dee, a-dee, a-dee - that's all, folks.

I hate interviews. Have I told you that I hate interviews yet? Well, I hate interviews.

I had one today for an administrative position - I know I said I'd never go back, but it's for a publisher...so it's a foot in the door.

The reason that I really don't like interviews is that I can't make my mind move as fast as my mouth. So, even when people ask me questions that I know the answers to, I always sound like I'm bullshitting. It's easy for me to be colloquial on paper and still seem as though I have a brain, but out loud it's hard to be casual in conversation without reverting to country-isms ("y'all know what I mean?"). I never feel like I get it all out - I just can't get my point across.

I'm going to follow throw and put my thank you note in the mailbox. Then I'm going to cry for about fifteen minutes. Then I'm going to eat ice cream.