Alright, one more kiss you maniac.*

I woke up at 6:30 this morning. Okay, okay, I woke up at 5:55 and then at 6:30. Part of my New Year's Jazz involved getting up early. This whole week I have gone to bed really early in hopes of waking up when my alarm went off. Monday I didn't hear a thing and woke up on my own at 7:30. Tuesday I heard it alright, but having woken up at midnight feeling as though I had slept a whole night (but not in a good way, like a whole night in a fitful rest, the kind you want to wake up from and escape) I let myself sleep until as late as possible. This morning, (pretend you hear that noise of heavenly choirs singing...I can't come up with a word to use to give you that impression so I must be blunt in what I want you to hear) I woke up close enough to the desired time. The only problem is, I didn't know what to do with myself. The point of waking up early was to work out...here are the problems, I didn't want to disturb my roommates (one who is a light sleeper and doesn't get enough sleep as it is) so the elliptical was out, it was wayyyyyy too cold to go running and still dark, and it was way too cold period. The house is an icebox. Tell me, where's my motivation? Oh and another thing, any source of artificial light was too far away for me to turn on so I sat there in the dark for a long time. Finally I got up and turned on my lamp and that got me going. I mean, I ate breakfast this morning! That never gets to happen.

With the other goals I am doing much better. I read a news article this morning...on CNN.com (so grown up). 14 terror suspects accidentally kill themselves. Sure, they were suicide bombers, but I think to handle explosives you should take a little more care, no matter what your end is. It made me think of Achmed the dead terrorist.

Unfortunately it is that article added to yesterday when I read about a 14-year old girl in the Maryland area who got hit by an Amtrak train and died. Maybe you seasoned current events people can tell me, if I am going to start reading up on current events, is there anything positive or upbeat to read?

P.S. today is the second day in a row that I'm grateful I keep a stick of D.O. at my workstation...disaster avoided.

I had to conduct an interview yesterday. This would be my second time. Boss Lady was sick and e-mailed me saying that she would be out of the office and I needed to do the interview...no thank you. So for the whole morning I spent my time developing an ulcer, waiting for the 1 o'clock interview. I wrote up the questions that I asked in the last interview and went in with that, not foreseeing one little problem. The last time I did an interview I only had to last 15-20 minutes, this time I had to last 45. I lasted about as long as the first interview (15-20 minutes - in case you forgot already), and then he told me about his skiing trip this weekend with his brother. I need to come up with more questions to ask. It's difficult when the person has no experience for the position they are applying for (because it's an entry level position), their experience doesn't relate to what they are interviewing for and even if it did it's not really stuff I understand. So...new work related goal, learn more about underwriting.

After the interview I finally took "lunch" (I didn't get to eat lunch though). I met my Dad and Realtor Carol at the house again...this house.

It's smaller then I remember, I think the reason I noticed it this time is because I was thinking about the girls who said that they would live with me. So when I noticed barely any closet space I wondered if they would be okay with that. Will the promise of being able to paint their room be enough for them to still want to live with me? I hope so. I mean, I've lived without a closet for four years - I've made it work. Anyway, Dad brought the HVAC guy to quote the heating system, there's some work to be done yet, and I'm wondering how I will be able to afford it all, but I'll find a way I suppose, if it's meant to be. Realtor Carol is going to check on a few items with the other realtor and Dad is going to get the quotes and then we'll move from there. I still like this house, so keep your fingers crossed for me!