Ok, so the craziest week ever is about half over. I am back in Jersey, and all I will ask is that you cross your fingers for me. First, that I get the news I want, and second, that I get it in time. It went well. I don’t know what else to say about it. Everything else seems like it will just jinx things. I don’t want to get my hopes up (too late) and I’d like to say I won’t be disappointed, because this is still not an ideal, but I also know that I will.

Tomorrow, I’m supposed to have lunch with Caryn (my brother’s friend, who has become my friend too), and then tomorrow night is the last trivia night before Joe moves. And somewhere in there I need to do a lot of work at my actual job. Bummer.

I drove home tonight up the Parkway, and singing along to Meatloaf, because there is something very summer-y about that. I blame the summer of 1999.

This is all non-sequitor.

Says David: If you keep overthinking like this, you will wind up in a strait-jacket, drooling.