A year ago today... well, a year and twelve hours ago today, I was at Ellen's 4/20 party getting high. Doesn't seem like me. It didn't even seem like me then, really.

I didn't get the TA job at CTY. They want me to be an RPA, which is basically a glorified office manager but actually pays more than being a TA. Except they might not want me to be an RPA, because I'm not 21 and therefore can't get a van license and they need me to drive a van. We will ignore, for now, the fact that I am not currently licensed to drive a car. I have bigger problems.

If they decide they want me even though I'm all young and stuff, I'll probably go. At least it would be CTY.

Matthew Ryan's East Autumn Grin is a really good album. I just listened to it all the way through for the first time. Hooray for the alt-country-Americana school of music. Yum and stuff.

I had brunch with Jenny at the Italian Villa. This makes three times in the past week that I have dined on chocolate chip pancakes and hash browns. I meant to drown my sorrows about the job in far too much coffee, but Jenny ate too fast so I only had time for two cups, which didn't do anything at all. Now I am just full, rather than full and caffeinated.

Maybe I will have a really good radio shift this afternoon.

This has been a four-minute diary entry by yours truly. I have to run to my therapy session thingy. Woo.