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The cat is in full dog-teasing mode. He's holed up under and behind my desk in such a way that the dog cannot possibly reach him and he just every so often lets out a cute little mew to make sure the dog knows where he is. The dog, however, as filled up the only way out and keeps making little dashes and play growls. Oh, short attention span to the rescue. Thwarted in her altruistic desire to give the cat cardiovascular exercise, she has found a rubber ball and kicked it to me, and now -- I kick it away, she chases it, and takes it somewhere else. I don't know where the cat is.
On other fronts, I had one of the worst interviews of my life tonight. The interviewers were counselors for the WILPF Peace Camp, and they were fine. I'm kind of ill though, and I had not a thought in my head but how to keep from barfing in Gaby's fruit bowl, and I don;t think I made any sense at all, and I couldn't answer any of the questions without mumbling and trailing off and stammering.
It's just humiliating, and it's hard to remember I'm not always like that. It makes me think this is really how I am, incompetent, incoherent, stupid.
Ick.
On other fronts, even though I'm nauseous and there's a bitter taste in my mouth and I can hardly open it for the frothy dry spit sticking my lips together, I've eaten two tomato sandwiches because it's July and how can you not? The tomato is that kind that looks like a Brandywine would if it had a normal shape -- pink in color, very tender skin, and is so good that it holds the bitter at bay for a while. Also, Japanese cucumber and lettuce from my garden. And "artisanal" seed bread (that means it's made in a bakery that would like to think it's still a tiny corner shop making a hundred loaves a day, though in this case -- Alfaro's or is it Beckmann's? I forget -- nowadays they're major regional suppliers for national chain stores).
Dog came back barking at me. It's not my fault the cat won't play with her.
On other fronts, I had one of the worst interviews of my life tonight. The interviewers were counselors for the WILPF Peace Camp, and they were fine. I'm kind of ill though, and I had not a thought in my head but how to keep from barfing in Gaby's fruit bowl, and I don;t think I made any sense at all, and I couldn't answer any of the questions without mumbling and trailing off and stammering.
It's just humiliating, and it's hard to remember I'm not always like that. It makes me think this is really how I am, incompetent, incoherent, stupid.
Ick.
On other fronts, even though I'm nauseous and there's a bitter taste in my mouth and I can hardly open it for the frothy dry spit sticking my lips together, I've eaten two tomato sandwiches because it's July and how can you not? The tomato is that kind that looks like a Brandywine would if it had a normal shape -- pink in color, very tender skin, and is so good that it holds the bitter at bay for a while. Also, Japanese cucumber and lettuce from my garden. And "artisanal" seed bread (that means it's made in a bakery that would like to think it's still a tiny corner shop making a hundred loaves a day, though in this case -- Alfaro's or is it Beckmann's? I forget -- nowadays they're major regional suppliers for national chain stores).
Dog came back barking at me. It's not my fault the cat won't play with her.
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You just had a bad interview day, apparently partly because you're actually ill to some extent. But yeah, it really sucks when that happens.
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I hope you feel better soon!