This week.

Things that happened this week with accompanying thoughts:

1. Interview at aquarium for marketing position-
A very young and excitable blond woman led me to a small room where she and another young woman conducted a very relaxed interview. I felt confident and I think I might actually have a chance. After telling me I would hear about the position Friday (today!) they gave me a free pass to use at the aquarium. Though I wanted to stay and stare at the fish, blisters from what I thought were a sensible pair of shoes pushed me towards the gift shop, frantically looking for Nemo themed band aids. No luck.

2. I acquired mammoth size blisters-
The outfits I choose for interviews always include a pair of wide leg trousers. They have an amazing fit, and if not awarded a job for my aptitude I should be for the way my honey looks in those trousers. But I digress. In choosing a pair of shoes I had three choices: open toe wedge which says 'I'm trendy and sophisticated.' Low heels with subtle white piping, very plain and unnoticeable. They say, 'Hire me or else I'll end up working in a library.' The last choice, which was were the shoes I wore on this week's interview, are black round toe flats. Very simple, very chic and are accessible to all potential employers. They say, 'I look nice but I'll turn on the heat.' Heat on my foot, from a nonstop burning sensation the rubbing of fake leather and bare skin on my heels and toes. I walked a mile from the interview to the BART station looking for a Walgreens. After finally finding a Walgreens I proceeded to attach melon sized bandages combat soliders use for gun shot wounds in the entrance way where svelte businessmen from the neighboring Financial District walked over me in pure disgust. I didn't give a shit, I was dying and debating surrending a pair of shoes based on the ungodly pain I was suffering through. Finally I made my way onto the BART, limping and cringing the entire way. I was in no hurry to get off the BART but soon had to leave the comfort of my seat to galumph another mile in agony. I can barely wear any shoe thanks to those damn interview shoes. I hope I get that f-in job.

3. Yesterday was the first day of my fiction writing class-
And let me tell you, I'm intimidated. It's not that anyone proved themselves to be the next Flannery O'Connor to make me feel insecure, but everyone seems to have an eloquence to their quick responses. The responses they nonchalantly blurt out always appear in my head three days after the fact. I just feel slow. Despite my few insecurities I'm quite pleased to be in the class and volunteered to read next week. I'm not nervous yet, but I'm sure I'll find myself toiling in front of this very screen next Wednesday with knots in my stomach and succumbing to a nail biting buffet.

4. Tonight we have a party-
Unfortunately I feel sick. My head feels heavy, there's a sty in my eye and I'm achy and feverish. Not a great way to go into a night of drinking and dancing. First party since we moved in. . .

5. I'm me-
Since beginning my medicine I feel more like myself. Do I sound like a commercial? I don't care if I do. My emotions and reactions for more stable compared to a few months ago. Nothing is perfect and I haven't been privy to any life changing epiphanies, but everything seems normal and the way it should be. I have hope and I have sadness, I have happiness and I have worry. But they're normal feelings and they go away when they should and linger when I let them.