...Today Is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life.*After much freaking out and "I cannae do this, Captain!" I managed to call the guy from FAO about volunteerships and internships. I stuttered a bit, shook a bit more, and finally managed to speak. He, on the other hand, sounded like the most wonderful person ever. He basically told me to go the usual route with the forms and stuff, but he told me about two other agencies that do similar work and also provided his email so I could forward him my application. So \o/ on that.
I then went and had lunch with Willy, and there was much squee and joy. It was pretty hilarious how I was high on caffeine and sociality and saying how I was miserable with the biggest grin on my face. Oh brain, you so weird!
And continuing our nightly tradition of anxiety dreams, or nightmares, I had another one! About having two buckets full of water and trying to move fish out of one, realizing that the big fish were eating the small ones so panicking even more about taking the fish out, then realizing that the big bucket I was holding the two buckets in has a mother-lovin' baby crocodile in it and then the bucket I'm holding is practically
churning with little crocodiles and there's a tortoise over on the side.
I'm going to recover from today's madness - yes, it's 4 pm and the day can be over now, thanks - and watch
Lost. Then I have to pull myself together enought write a few emails expressing my condolences because holy shit, y'all, violence in Nairobi to people I know. Willy just told me what happened and it's really, really bad.
Links of the Day:
Lost:
( Read more... )Supernatural:
( Read more... )Watchmen:
( Read more... )Dollhouse:
( Read more... )Random:
( Read more... )* Management slogan, Ridcully-style (Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent)