No one can give you courage...

I got a postcard today. From Target.

Hello, thanks for taking the time to apply with us. While we're unable to offer you a position at this time, we do appreciate your interest in Target.

Yeah. I've never gotten a postcard like that before. I suppose that's that.

I was going to go out today again, but I ended up cleaning instead. Although seriously, if you could see the house, you wouldn't blame me. It's gross. Just... agh. Not as gross as the time I cleaned the refrigerator mold out, but still pretty bad. Eugh.

Skin: *crawls*

This evening's progression of events.

1. I left the house about 5:15 because of the influx of my sister's friends. I know we feel sorry for them because their family didn't give them enough fuzzies when they were young or whatever, but they're not puppies. They're people. And I get really uncomfortable when all of the sudden there are five of them in the kitchen EATING OUR FOOD. We are not a restaurant.

2. I took a drive on the highways surrounding my town at very high, unsafe speeds.

3. I went to the park that I used to go to Girl Scout daycamp at. The dirt paths in the wooded area have been made into asphalt bike paths.

4. I experience the evening's one joy after a romp on the bike path when I come out at the other end and get on a swing and swing for about fifteen minutes. The swing made for a kid begins to hurt my ass after this period of time.

5. I stay at the library until about 7:30, checking out two books which I'm probably not going to finish before their due date.

6. I come home. My computer is broken.