I will just quote West Wing episodes, while I think about whether my blue or red tank top will look better under this black lacy overlay shirt thing I just bought.

From the scene right before Barlet is leaving to go deliver the State of the Union, and he’s talking with the Secretary of Agriculture (Roger Tribbey), who has been chosen, as the guy in the line of succession, that stays behind in case anything happens and everyone dies, or something. So Barlet flippantly gives him all this “Just In Case,”  and then like, pauses and asks:

Barlet: Do you have a best friend?
Roger: Yes Sir
Barlet: Is he smarter than you?
Roger: (sheepishly amused) Yes Sir.
Barlet: And would you trust him with your life?
Roger: Yes sir.
Barlet: Then there’s your Chief of Staff

And you see John Spencer-as-Leo-McGarry slightly off stage, looking all touched, and it’s SO SWEET.

This is completely unrelated to anything, but I had that exchange saved in my drafts folder, so clearly it touched me. Which makes sense, since the save date was towards the end of March, and that’s when I was quite celebratory.

Everyone else in the country is watching the World Cup. The US is playing today, apparently. I am getting all my news on this from my Facebook feed and Twitter. Apparently, I hate America. Apparently the US is also losing to Ghana. I disapprove of this, because I briefly had a roommate from Ghana when I lived in Jersey City and he was an asshole.

It was his apartment, and I was just renting a room there, and so he thought that he got to make the rules. For example, he would not allow me to bring straight men back to the apartment. It was not like I was picking up random men in bars; these were friends of mine, or in one case, a guy I was starting to date. His justification for this was that he had a lot of electronics equipment around, and that the guys might mess with this. However, he was fine with me bringing gay guys over, or women. I was like, 22 at the time, and it was my first apartment and I kind of just let him intimidate me, until he moved to California and his friend took over his room. And it was still a weird living situation, and when we had to get out because the lease was up and rent was being raised, I was pretty relieved.

Anyway, that little diatribe was also unrelated to anything, but at least now I’ve killed some time. In seven minutes, I think I will go try yet again to decide on a top to wear

The thematic title is blatantly stolen from Charlotte, who is awesome and even responds to my whiny emails.

In the past week I have started several posts bemoaning my laziness but I never finished them. A parable. Sort of. Like that episode of the West Wing, when Donna whines to Josh about the budget surplus not meaning a tax refund, because Democrats know how to spend your money better than you do, and then she refuses to give him change from buying lunch, because she knows how to spend the change better than he does. Or something. Clearly my West Wing obsession is out of control. But I have nothing better to do in suburbia. I could temper the obsession by starting to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which I’ve seen bits and pieces of over the years, but never chronologically.

Or I could, you know, read a book. I recently read “Reproduction is the Flaw of Love” (or something like that. And I don’t remember the author, but I’m not going to google that at work.) The book itself was ok, but the premise made me so antsy that I had to skip to the end before I could concentrate on the middle. I do this sometimes.

A bunch of new, interesting positions (for which I am highly qualified) came up on today’s job search.  One is at Much-Coveted-Organization. They no doubt recieve thousands of resumes for every job posting. On some level, I feel that if I don’t get my application in seconds after the posting goes live, I’m screwed. But then maybe waiting a few days, until the announcement “cools down” so to speak is a viable strategy, given that it’s going to take me at least until tomorrow afternoon to put together an application, properly. And no one reads mail on Friday. So maybe it should wait until Monday. These are the things I’ve been thinking about lately. You’ll forgive me for not posting, right?  You should thank me for not posting them, actually. 

Oh and my resume has an NJ address and I’m applying for jobs in DC, and it has occured to me that maybe I should use a local address (of one of my friends) but won’t that just make things more complicated? I’m still at my current job, in NJ. And I’d need a little notice for an interview. Sigh. I fear that I may end of staying here until I go more insane than I am already going, and then quitting my job (which will no doubt be a bad move. I have never quit a job before. Well that’s not true. I worked for a headhunter for 2.5 weeks.) and moving to DC and sleeping on Keith’s couch forever, and I won’t find a job and I’ll run through all my savings and it will be another failed experiment and I will have to go back to answering phones, and I will do that for the rest of my life.

I enjoy writing long, run-on sentences with fatalistic predictions.

Oh, and I just got an email informing me that my car is being recalled. Awesome!