"Even if I got rid of all my problems, I'd just go out and get new ones..."

Any good luck charms gratefully welcomed.
9:44 p.m. on 2005-02-14

I want you all to cross your fingers for me.

Go on. Cross them. And your toes, if you can.

I'm applying for a job that I really really really want. And no, it isn't working as a writer on Stargate. Sadly.

But, in terms of sensible jobs, it's ... well... it's just, it's something I really want to do. And I would be good at it.

And unlike all the others I've applied to over the years, I'd be genuinely disappointed if I didn't get an interview. I'd be pissed, too, because I know I'd be good at this job.

I'm not sure it counts as egotism. Its just... I'd like to think it's fact. And it's probably a good thing that I think this way, because if I get an interview, that's the impression I need to put over to the people on the other side of the table.

Meanwhile... my sister recieved one hundred red roses from her boyfriend for Valentine's day.

She's keeping them in a bucket in her pub, because she can't find a vase big enough.

Listening to: Billy Bragg "The Warmest Room"

Quote:
McKay: "You're right. If only we had a magical tool that could slow down time. I foolishly left mine on Earth - did you bring yours?"
Zelenka: "You know, you're not pleasant when you're like this, McKay."
McKay: "I'm always like this."
Zelenka: "My point exactly."

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