Really, though. I feel all professional-like.

Boo on Dev Spa, though. For a spa that's in the Westin, you'd think they'd be more professional. This is the second time I've gone there, and will be my last. The first time I booked a spa pedicure, but ended up getting a regular pedicure, as well as weird blister on my feet from a strange instrument she used to remove the (admittedly) large amounts of dead skin on my feet. This time, I booked a spa manicure, but did not get part of the treatment (as described on the website, anyway). Also, the manicurist didn't even clean my nails. I had been travelling all day, so my nails were a little gunky. Yet, she didn't do that. She didn't put either, or let my hands soak in cuticle softener. Isn't that usually the protocol for a manicure? Even just a basic one?

Anyway, I decided to get a French Manicure, which does look pretty good, even though I did have to go home and clean them up a bit. I hit my thumb on something and smudged it a bit, but it's hardly noticeable.

Jesus, my life is boring. Two paragraphs on manicures? Pft. For shame.

I had the interview Monday night. The guy was very nice, and I think it'd be a fun place to work. There is a marketing aspect to it, which I have some experience in, but nothing big-time. I tried to sell my sparking personality more than anything else. I think that counts for a lot in broadcasting, right? All in all, I have no idea how I did. I'll know by Friday or Monday if I get called back for a second interview, which may mean more unexpected travelling.

Before leaving for the interview on Sunday evening, I spent a great weekend with friends from University. This picture pretty much sums everything up, I think. I must say, I can't handle my drugs and booze like I used to. I was drinking some rum and cokes at between the hoots, and I must have drank to fast, because I ended up mumbling something about being dizzy, making my wobbly way to the door, and passing out on my bed for about 15 minutes. I came to and was in a cold sweat. I felt better after that, but that was the end of the R & C's for me. It was great to spend time with them, though. The guy (aka: 'cancer boy') looks great, though obviously skinny and bald (though it's starting to grow back). I blew my grocery budget this week trying to get good food for him, under the impression that since he doesn't have a stomach, he'd have some special dietary needs. We ended up eating fried food and other associated garbage all weekend. I suppose he needs the extra weight, but I just felt gross by the time I got into Mtn on Sunday night. Nevertheless, it did not keep me from having a wonderful weekend of amazing sex. \m/


After taking two days off work, I have an office full of garbage I need to sort through. The Sex Books are in! I'm getting lots of last minute registrations for my conference, so I still may reach my personal goal of 30 participants. It's hovering at around 20 right now, so I may make it.