took my bags, illinois

hello friends.

thank you for your awesome well-wishes for my interview yesterday. i don't find out whether they want me to work for them like a real magical attorney until the first week of february, but if i don't get the job it'll have nothing to do with the interview. there was some rocking of socks, is all i'm saying. vigorous nodding was involved. eye contact to an almost scary degree. some establishing of a rappaport. or something. did i spell that right? i have a feeling someone will tell me if i didn't.

in other news, remember chicago? that's a really nice place, isn't it? i was really disappointed and a little angsty about the fact i didn't have any time to do any of the things i wanted to do or go to any of the places i wanted to go, or! even! get to see adam or sarah or anything. oh well. janurary i'm going back, so it'll just have to wait until then.

in worse news, things with newfangled are sort of falling apart, by which i mean the leaf raking project is pretty much a minor disaster. poor preparation on my part and being unable to anticipate the loss of both jamie and nathan (the latter quite unexpectedly), as well as a very frustrated and silent-on-the-subject-until-it's-too-late-to-fix-anything remainder has created a complete mess. this is really just business as usual, with the exception of one thing: this semester i can't really afford the added stress. i have quite a lot to do that is frankly vital--as opposed to incidental--to my life and my career (am i allowed to use that word? i feel like it's too expensive for me to say), and i need to get it done and worry only about that. and not about leaves being raked. i don't know what the end result of this is, but as of this minute, it is looking like an early resignation. we'll see after oliver gets back from ireland.

in new life news, jamie gale russell hale had her baby last night at 11:24PM, a daughter named ritter. she is six pounds, fourteen ounces (ritter, not jamie), and they are both doing fine. diana marshall nabring, already the proud mother of sam, is pregnant again.

i continue to not be pregnant.

i think my father is buying me a bottle of macallan right now. i used contextual clues to figure it out. that would be nice, now wouldn't it? this is what i have to remember when i get those feelings of wanting to be married and have a family: you would rather have a bottle of macallan than a baby. this is true.

i'm just going to take a lot of lovers. there's a sign-up sheet by the door.