Chicago with the sibling was fun. He put up with my desire to find quirky stores, because I want to find some very simple decor objects for my bedroom. We went to the zoo and watched the tiger and bobcat for an excessive amount of time. We ate a lot of good food. We watched Season One episodes of Law and Order, which is really entertaining because it was practically a different show back then. Plus it was 1990, and you can tell from the hairstyles and clothes and the way they refer to AIDS as a “new disease.” I am also impressed with my brother’s ability to drive and navigate the city – we didn’t take public transportation at all.

I got to Jersey on Wednesday, and since then have been pretty lazy. Brent and I went to Trivia Night on Thursday and had our worst game ever. We got a geography question wrong! We’ve never gotten a geography question wrong. But it was fun anyway. Also, telling Brent really dumb ideas/thoughts that I have is still fun, because, as he puts it, he can’t “unknow” them.

Now I have laundry in and I’m trying to motivate myself to write job applications. I have the resume updated. I have copies of cover letters I’ve written that will just need to be tweaked. I have a bunch of jobs bookmarked, so there is stuff out there – albeit with incredibly low pay. And of course most of them are for positions with “assistant” in the title. I was so happy and proud to be out of the assistant trap when I got The-Job-That-Failed. And now I’ll be going back to it. I’m not too proud to turn down any job, but it still stings. And if I think about it too much, I’ll just get depressed, so I’m going to try not to think about it.

Instead, I’m going to go have some delicious homemade chicken soup, fold my laundry, and then maybe, just maybe I’ll have it in me to get a job application together. The first one is always the hardest.