The interview went better than well. Not only did I find out that I had a decent shot at getting the job, but I also discovered that the job may lead to actually writing for the magazine, which would be a wet dream. I have to finish this copy editing test flawlessly and fax it in on Monday. And all there is to do after that is hope my interviewers liked me as much as I liked them.

It's been quite a week. I went through the wanderlust as I watched C and J from the old apartment in Yonkers move to San Francisco. Spent most of the past few days pacing, trying on my interview outfit again and again, redying my hair to take care of the bright red. Had a date with someone I'm not terribly interested in, even though it went pretty well.

Within the past few hours I've stopped feeling worthless and started feeling placid. No anxiety, no worrying about the future for now. Dear god, I'm almost- almost- high on life.

I hope it doesn't last. Next thing you know I'll be reading Deepak Chopra over a nice Starbucks. I'm feeling so freaking buoyant for some reason that I'm almost making *myself* sick.

It's been eight months since I've left New York, and even that was only for five days. Which is to say, word, saucy. I think if I get this job I'm going to pencil in a few days for a nice, relaxing trip somewhere. Preferably someplace with a lot of fields. And a lot of beer. Something to do in between now and growing up.