At some time during the last few days, I picked up a cold. Maybe it's a flu. Bottom line is, I'm illin', and I'm chock full of human mucus. The usual routine of wandering around the ave wearing inadequate clothing for the weather is probably what got me into this state in the first place, so I'm staying in for a while.

Last night I woke up every hour or so, I think, with bleary hallucinated visions dancing around on my bedspread. The most prevelant were the miniature trenchcoat-wearing syndicate agents, trundling around my pillow, occasionally blowing each other up with high-powered sniper weapons. They were actually kind of amusing, though I didn't understand how their allegiances were arranged. They just stomped around on my purple bedspread, sometimes hiding underneath my CD player or telephone (which I was also hallucinating) and then nonchalantly exploding each other with supersonic, detonating ammunition.

The telephone (not the real one, the one I was imagining on my bed) rang a couple times, and a serious sounding guy on the other end said "the next tech interviews are on the 12th and the 19th." and then hung up. "Rats." I thought, "I was hoping I was all finished with the tech interviews." Then it occurred to me that he might have meant interviews for Ed. I worried that we'd never know, then fell asleep again.

The next time I woke up after that, Ed was walking in the door. He had spent a long night out with Kris and, uh, some other people I guess. Or not. I didn't ask.

Anyway, since it was "great", and they already had a position marked as being appropriate for me, I'm going to jinx myself and count it as a success. I should be employed as soon as I turn in all this horrendous Boieng security clearance and the ethical purity test they gave me.

Ed's pretty much had it with living here at my Dad's house. He's been talking about moving out within a week if possible, but it's looking doubtful as to whether he'll have a job in that time, so he might move in with the rest of Mr. Yuck at Julie's soon-to-be-ex-house. I wonder if I recorded that earlier. Julie is moving out of her house, and Kris, Brian, and Brandon will be moving in. It's a five bedroom house, so one of the bedrooms will be converted into as much of a studio as we can afford to put together.

When I've got some money, I plan to move in somewhere around Capitol Hill. Kris seems to regard the area as a place to be avoided, if for no other reason than that the people who walk around on Broadway spend lots of money on their clothes and hair. I don't plan to live right ON broadway; that would be a little too much. A few blocks off would be fine. I could avoid the crowds of cool people and still be in easy walking distance of a store that sells dual-ended, motorized marital aids.