Something's gotta give, right? I have an interview in Port Townsend for their 911 dispatch. I am trying very hard to find the balance between not getting my hopes up and thinking positive thoughts. I've spent the last two nights at Safeco field, watching the Mariners annihilate the Athletics, courtesy of my friend Hopi. Hopi was supposed to have met me downtown for the WPA show the other night, but I couldn't get ahold of her and she said it was just as well. Turns out she had to face some of her deepest darkest fears and make a phone call that was emotionally trying for her. "How did it go?" I ask. "Actually, really, really well." she says, turning to me in all sincerity. "His voice mail was very nice."

I looked at her for awhile to try to understand exactly how serious she was, and then the conversation went something like: me, "Blahhahahahaha. Hopi, honey, it doesn't count if you are only talking to his voicemail." Hopi: "well if he had answered the phone I wouldn't have been brave enough to tell him what I needed to, but his answering machine was so warm and it just melted me, so I felt like I could open up."

We laughed for a long time about that one. I told her it would definitely be core material in my book-that-becomes-a-romantic-comedy-movie-when-I-write-it-after-my-life-turns-romantic.

Natalee skipped school yesterday. It started out as a dr visit to have her foot that's been hurting her looked at, and morphed into a play day with Aspen, since somehow her pleas to not have to go back to school fell on tender the ears of responsibility avoidance expert, and then they spent an afternoon arguing about whether Joe Jonas was, indeed, Aspen's one true love or not. Turns out, I had to claim him as my own true love to end the fight. Which is fine, since I don't have too many other candidates in line. :D

I have some ridiculously boring papers to write today. Extrapolations on articles about broke single moms and recreation, and the chronology of events that led to the disappearance of the Anasazi races in ancient America. So basically a couple thousand words of BS. Which I excel at. First though, more coffee.