i bitch too much.

especially on here, so i apologize. i have developed a tendancy towards feeling sorry for myself, i think. and it's kind of gross.

anyhow. i have my interview tomorrow, where i get to teach a room full of adults pretending to be sixth graders how to find the volume of an irregularly shaped solid. i had a dream that i showed up and got called and suddenly realized i hadn't done any advance preparation and didn't know the values and whatnot, and asked for more time, but then couldn't get the readings right, in that anxiety-ridden, can't-perform-the-simplest-of-tasks way that is the hallmark of such dreams.

i feel good. no, i really do. i think it is going to be fine. i will make sure i have all my figures written down in advance.

in other news, charles' friends from college were here for the weekend, which was alternatingly stressful and fulfilling. stressful because i never did get a grip on where i stood with the friends in question. they were kind of hard to read, and in the end, i kind of just felt relieved that they were leaving. fulfilling in the fact that we did new york city up rather perfectly this time, the pinnacle being the trip on saturday to coney island, which was really spectacular. the weather was perfect, the cyclone was perfect, the skee-ball, shoot the freak, boardwalk dance parties, nathan's, cold beer, the spook-o-rama... it was all that and more. and charles won me a prize, which was the first time anyone has ever won me anything. i think this could be love.

i'm off to find something interview-esque to wear.