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The song lyric from my last blog is from the great Tom Waits, a song called Invitation to the Blues. Today's is from Tom Traubert's Blues.
Just some quick notes before things really heat up for me this week. On Friday, while at work, I got a call from one of the places with which I interviewed. I'll call them tomorrow. It has to be a request for an interview with the hiring manager. From that point it's either I'm hired or not. But, I really love that history editor job, too. I could know that one right after the Thanksgiving break. If all goes well I'll finally have enough money to move out of this place within a month. Speaking of which, today me and my friend did some running around. I had a coupon for this used book store. I used it to purchase the Ramayana for a mere five dollars. As a Mormon, he had no desire to hear about it. Speaking of Mormons, one of those dudes called me again the other day. I just told him I'm too busy to talk to anyone. Which is true (kind of).
As for my marital status, nothing new there over what I posted a few days ago. Something must be going on, though, to start giving her a change of heart. My daughter is off of school on Wednesday, and my wife is allowing me to have her over starting Tuesday night. Our first sleepover since I got kicked out! I can't wait! I'll probably take the little darling to see Chicken Little on Wednesday since I can get tickets for free. A family friend is already taking her to the new Potter film. I'm just still so tickled that things have advanced to this point where I can have my kid like this. I got my first theatre paycheck on Friday, and what little there is I'm giving to my wife. She needs it a bit more than I do these days.
Oh, dear, those young girls I work with at the movie theatre are too much! Me and Angela did some light flirting yesterday morning. I told one customer we were getting married (do I really want to go through that sh*t again? I just want to bang her!), and she went along with it. Then Kristine certainly seems interested. I just hope Anneliese understands. I don't want to break that gorgeous, shapely, voluptuous heart of hers. Hey, who wouldn't want a piece of me?
