|the view off our patio this AM|
And it's damn difficult to type with a broken finger.
Current beer-scale: 7.8 & beer's in the fridge
I'm sitting in a garage trying not to doze off before it's time to walk to my second interview today. Apparently I didn't learn anything the last time I said no more two interview days.
At least the first interview was in the AM at UChicago, one I'm really interested in. I brought the enthusiasm and it seemed to go well. And parking downtown let me meet the write for lunch between.
But all I wanted to do at lunch was chug a beer, and all I want tip do now is go to sleep. It's cold I'm tired and I don't really care about this job. Oh well they can't all be winners.
So I'll listen to the radio for a couple more minutes, gut this interview out, and Jane several beers when we're all finally home tonite.
Current beer-scale: 9.1 and staying high