better late than never?

Sorry for the lack of a post last night. I know all of you were probably incredibly let down. 'Oh my goodness! No post? How am I going to learn what inanely boring activities kept The King busy yesterday?' So, I apologize. I was occupied last night during the time that I usually post and was tired by the time I was finished. So, I put off (The King what?) this entry until morning. But here it goes. . .

Diet. Treadmill. Yogalates (10, 13, 16, 17).

I actually pulled my desk out from the wall and cleaned behind it for the first time in about two or three years (24). I'm just going to say that it wasn't a pleasant experience and move on.

Also, I met with a past professor (20) of mine to discuss my job search (12). The meeting was both overwhelming and inspiring. On the one hand, she really tore apart my resume. But, on the other hand, it needed to be torn apart. I was apparently selling myself way short. Another unfortunate revelation of the meeting was a confirmation of something I already kind of knew: the job market in this state has dried up. There's only one writing job posted for the state, and I am no where near qualified for it (I believe it requires a Ph.D.). However, I shouldn't have to go far out of state to find a writing job. I should be able to find something in one of the scary-big cities in the bordering states. Overall it was a good meeting for me. The professor complimented me in a fashion that was very encouraging and gave me a lot of good advice.

After the meeting I went home and started working on my resume and portfolio. About an hour into it I got this overwhelmed, panicky kind of feeling that made me want to scream or cry or puke or hit something or run until my legs fall off or take a nap or something. I tried to keep working through it, but I wasn't being especially productive. So I distracted myself by driving over to my grandmother's house and helping her bring in some fire wood. Here is where I actually felt bad about my new headache diet: It was cold out. And, seeing as she is an old lady, my grandmother thought that it was really cold out. I was warm while bringing in the wood because I was keeping myself active, but she wanted to offer me something to warm me up (20). "Can you drink hot chocolate?" "No, sorry. But thank you." "What about tea?" "Nothing with caffeine. Thanks." "What about decaf tea?" "No. Decaffeinating doesn't get rid of all the caffeine and also adds other triggers." Man. I can't even let a little old lady do the things that little old ladies do, like serving their grandchildren hot beverages on cold days. . . Oh well. It'll be worth it if I can start controlling my head. After bringing in the wood, I heard a lot about knitting. I think I followed what she was saying pretty well. But it was kind of like coming in at the middle of a story: even if you think you've filled in all the holes, there's still that nagging feeling that you're probably missing something. But she seemed proud of what she was doing and had done, so I was appropriately impressed.

I'm grateful for the telephone (20). I rely on it nearly every day.