Got up -- got woken up -- at 7:30 to get ready for my interview. That was a hell of a bus trip.

Some psych woman attacked me on the bus. She slammed her foot down on mine and screamed at me to get my foot out of the aisle. Now, mind you, I'm six feet tall, and if I had been sticking my legs out into the aisle maybe it would have been understandable, but this was just a normal sitting posture. I was too stunned to say anything. Fortunately she got off the bus at that stop.

The interview went well, even if it did rain on me. I saw a raccoon roadkill on my way there. It was a big sucker of a raccoon too. That made me sad.

On the way back, I stopped at the Blood Bank and had them drain me. ^.^ Yes, I feel proud and good to have done this. So don't rain on my moral high ground today. Now I'm going to relax, suck down orange juice, and for a brief little while, enjoy being me.

Personal notes.
cathouse_blues: Hugs for you.
rachaelwynter: Hey, if tigerphoenix and I hadn't had big days today, we woulda been there too.
moonmama: Hugs, just because.
siliconrose and cyfis: I miss you guys. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.
tigerphoenix: Love you, babe.