HOME OF THE LIONS
Um, it's been a loooong time since 8th grade Church history, but I seem to recall lions enjoying Christians in the same way Dr. Lecter had an old friend for dinner.
Jobs applied for: One.
Thank-you notes sent (re previous week's interview): Two.
Mood swings (ditto): All over the danged map, ranging from "Oh boy, oh boy, let's go buy me a new suit" to dramatic boo-hooing and subsequent nose-blowing.
Resume tinkering: Fin. My girlfriend, the yoga and dance goddess who went to business school and is fixin' to take over the world, somehow made it all fit on one page in a non-myopic font, doing all the awful futzing with tabs and bullet points that makes me berserk, and the lawyer I ran it by said it was much improved. Woot!
Tax-related procrastination: Persisted, but Spouse is on to me.
Web phenomenon discovered: It's Nannerpus!
Raging craving for: Pancakes.