I was pretty anxious about doing it, which is why I waited until now, but I actually found the experience to be fairly painless! And assuming it gets approved and everything went well, I should be getting a nice return in the neighborhood of $700! Which will come in handy since I recently handed in my 2-week notice at the bookstore. No, I haven't heard any good news from the company I interviewed with a couple of weeks ago, but I finally decided that I'd had enough of being treated like shit day in and day out for minimal wages while in the employ of a company that obviously doesn't appreciate its workers. Anyway, more on that later.

In other news, late last night/early this morning (given that the sun was up and all) I watched The Eye, which is one of the scariest films I've seen in a while. I'd say more about it now, but I'll save that for a potential SC standard film review. And speaking of SC, I've been working on getting it ready for its CSS/PHP debut. Hell, I even dreamed about coding PHP last night. Fairly dull, but it beat the hell out of the working at the bookstore dreams I often have. I'm reminded of a quote from Waking Life: It's bad enough that you sell your waking life for minimum wage, but now they get your dreams for free. Ugh. 🙁

And speaking of dreams, I had a dream the other night that I was sitting in a Goth club and chatting with Gilbert Gottfried about the difficulty of accurately discerning the sex of some of the patrons. I was also shirtless in the dream. What was really odd, however, was that not only was I slightly doughy in the dream -- as in, no abs present -- but also that I noticed this and that it bothered me to no end, like I knew something was wrong. What's also interesting is that the same thing happens in all of my dreams in which I'm shirtless. It's interesting -- I've been different people in dreams (that is, different face, different voice, different sex, different memories, the works) without so much as raising an eyebrow, but every time my shirt comes off to reveal a less than defined abdomen I start glancing around nervously and questioning the nature of reality itself. Hmmm.

And finally, on the subject of dreams, happy birthday to Julie, my favorite nightmare girl! Tonight's viewing of Stephen King's Sleepwalkers will be dedicated to her. Grrr, arrrgh. 🙂

Ja!