Late Night Loquaciousness

So it's almost 2 a.m. and I'm still awake. Sigh.

My biological clock is all screwy. It happens any time I'm off work for more than a day. I asked my doctor about it once, and she said it probably has something to do with the several years I worked night shift. I really need to get working.

Speaking of which, I have an interview at 10 a.m. today. It's at the medical clinic where virtually all my doctor's practice. It's temp to hire. The good thing is that once hired, any physcian's visits, tests, etc performed at the clinic are free. The bad news is that it pays less than what I am looking for, and it is all financial. It isn't even remotely what I want. I can't be happy doing spreadsheets and pulling financial reports all day long. But I'm playing the what if game. What if the computer company calls me right after I accept this position? I really want to be working, though.

I suppose if it starts out as a temp position, I shouldn't feel bad about leaving if I'm given a better opportunity. But I would feel bad, of course. Yes, these are the things I think about when I am awake in the middle of the night.

So after this interview tomorrow, a friend who is off work wants to take me to lunch and the movies. She wants to see "The Devil Wears Prada," and her husband doesn't want to go with her (movies like that seem to threaten his masculinity). She's too much of an extrovert to go alone, so she asked me, her treat. I guess I'll go just to get out of the house. I think I'm going a little stir crazy. And if I spend all day out, maybe I can get my clock reset.

Meryl Streep can sing. What a surprise. Just saw her on PBS on A Prairie Home Companion from Tanglewood on Great Performances.

And Garrison Keillor is really meant for the radio. He just looks unnatural on TV. Maybe it's just because physically he reminds me of a weird cross between one of my high school English teachers and an English professor I had in college. TG, you can guess which one, if you want. I'll tell you if you are right.

I'm about a third of the way through the scene TG set, by the way, though I have the whole thing plotted in my head. It is maybe a comedy, but kind of an ironic comedy. Maybe even a satire.

I really do have trouble writing pure comedy. Oh, I can slip comedy into other things, but pure comedy is tough for me. I don't know why that is. Something to think about.

I think I'm having hot flashes. Is 35 too young for that? Hmm. Maybe it's my thyroid, then. I get blood tested this week, so I suppose we shall see.

I made stir fry for dinner tonight. (Don't you love stream of consciousness blogging?) Instead of using the sauce that came with the meal kit, I use Cane's sauce. If you ever happen to be around a Raising Cane's restaurant, you must go and get chicken fingers. They are the best in the entire world, hands down, bar none. The closed one to most of my regular readers is in Columbus, OH, though. If you are looking for a franchise opportunity, they are always looking for new locations.

What else? I seem to be beating myself up at night. I keep waking up covered in scratches and bruises. Just thought I'd share that.

I watched School Ties this afternoon. I had forgotten what a good movie that was. And everyone looks so young. I had forgotten that Matt Damon was in that as well. And I think I caught a glimpse of Ben Affleck as well.

Speaking of which, have the two of them just dropped off the face of the earth? I haven't seen anything from either one of them in a long time. Not that that is necessarily a bad thing, given thier most recent movies.

Last thing. I spent about three hours this evening reading through my whole archive - all 254 entries (when I watch a fluffy movie like "How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days," I need to multi-task. It was interesting to watch my journey over the past two years. This is the longest I have kept any kind of journal or diary with any kind of consistency, which is kind of ironic for someone who loves words as much as I do. If I think about it, I will offer some observations tomorrow evening. You shall all just have to wait with baited breath until then.