I'm having a little of a high energy morning thanks to the Power Station, a Duran spin-off band. They only put out one album but what an album. It grooves, it rocks. It keeps me dancing. I love it. The problem is that every time I hear this music, all I want to do is get up and dance. The result is nothing gets done. Isn't that always the case? The power of music.
Mom recently told me that one her friends is moving to PLB. Her friend is a recently divorced grandmother who teaches at a nearby Orthodox Jewish day school. Normally I don't give it half a thought but I also know this person. She's nice and friendly, a little too friendly if you ask me. This woman bear hugged me so hard that I thought I was going to suffocate. Mom even suggested inviting her over for a meal. Great. Exactly how I would love to spend an evening, mom's BFF and bear hug lady. Fortunately we have liquor in the house. Maybe I can get bf#1 to come over so I can have someone normal to talk to. Speaking of bf#1, I need to to text him and find out if he got an interview with this assisted living place near his house. I hope so. Just like I hope I get this curatorial assistant job at the Getty I applied to yesterday. It doesn't look too mind numbingly difficult, just a lot of record keeping and research. Besides, once I'm in at the Getty, I'm in. I can keep an eye out for an opening in the Conservation Institute. They do hire internally but I here they don't pay well in comparison to other museums. Hey a paltry check is better than no check. At least they offer benefits. We'll see what happens. Something has to break eventually.
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