This is weird, I feel like there are people on the streets, but I can't get my trench coat open to flash them. Blogspot is down, but it may be back up by the time I get this post finished. All naked, but no place to go.

Feeling ominous about work--no one from our other office called at all yesterday, and I only received one email. Actually, if I get the job I'm interviewing for tomorrow, it'd be great if they did let me go here, because I suppose they'd give me 2 weeks severance and I've got a few vacation days coming. That way I'd get a paid vacation in between. Pipe dream, but it's not hurting anyone! If I do get the other job, it would almost certainly be more money, and we could whittle these debts down and maybe start setting the wheels in motion for adoption this spring!

I may be speaking with someone about an entirely different job next week. The guy who has a TV production company next door to our office is trying to sell an entertainment/travel series to a few networks, and wants to talk with me about being a producer.
Sounds like fun, but he's kind of an ass, and I'm sure there wouldn't be much in the way of benefits. If this had come up 10 years ago, before I met G, it would have been fantastic.