10/21 Woke up, went to Target, bought va-va-voom dress and shruggy-sweater-cover-thing to make dress more modest, clutch-purse-thing and pair of hose. Went home, put on grownup-lady warpaint. Went to interview, running fifteen minutes early per Tom Tom. Arrived five minutes late only to realize I was not then TEN minutes early to my interview at SouthAddress but rather was fixed to be five minutes LATE at my interview at NORTH SouthAddress. Cursed, shut Tom Tom off, called boss at Temp Agency #1, he was reassuringly smug and smarmy and made me feel all better, talked me into the door at North Southaddress where I handled the interview calmly and pleasantly. Came home to find I'd killed Frank.
10/22 I'M NOT SICK I'M COOKING LOOK HOW MUCH I'M COOKING SO HOW CAN I BE SICK!
10/23 I don't even care if I got the job I'm so goddamn sick. Still cooking though. Go for horrible run.
10/24 I could have gotten the job, or I could have gotten buried. Hotter asked me if I got the job. Wouldn't know. Didn't open eyes this day or if I did I forget doing it. So sick. Dying. Too dead to go running.
10/25 Woke up, not dead. If not dead then survived yesterday, ergo I WIN. Get children out door LIKE A WINNER DOES. Have obviously recovered! Whoo! Will celebrate by running early to shake off this feeling of slight illness and OH HOLY GOD OW. DYING. THIS WAS WORST IDEA SINCE...OW...have to stop running and walk, stop walking and limp, limp home, crawl into bed, lie down like a loser, cough, shiver. Hotter wakes up, wants to know if I've gotten job. Hotter makes me call Temp Agency #1 to ask about job. They don't know. I tell Hotter all is lost, I'm dying. Lie down to die. Hotter gets up. I go to see what he's up to, find the Sinusense Waterpik doodad a friend sent me, pik my sinuses, then decide fuck it, if I can't run or walk I'll limp pushing a motherfucking MOWER and mow a large part of the back yard. ROAR. FUCK YOU, GERMS, I CAST YOU OUT! Come inside on the verge of collapse to e-mail saying I got the job.
10/26 Me, out shopping frantically for businesswear that will span my bosom at the OTHER Goodwill, trying to get Hotter a pair of glasses in a day, hopefully not sick anymore because OBVIOUSLY...you?