Not Frantic...(per se)

K. Most of you have already heard, but Josh wrecked the car the other night. His car. The 2008. It was stormy, and he thought that 20 miles under the speed limit was enough. And it was, until the giant puddle, followed by hydroplaning, spinning, and hitting the concrete median. Josh is unharmed. Car...well, the car is going to be evaluated by the insurance company. In the meantime, we have the new car, and are borrowing the giant blue truck from Josh's dad.

Josh is currently at a doctor's appointment. Flight physical-type stuff.

I am about to take a shower, then wait for Grant, then meet Michelle (and possibly Josh) at Denny's and go to taiko. There had better be some TAIKOING involved for me today. Really. I'd accept some drills. Especially the physical ones.

I spent the morning taking What Job Is Right For You quizzes. Funnily, while the political alignment crews can't figure me out at all, all the job quizzes have been similar: You're main qualities are planning and helpfulness. You should be an Editor, University Administration, Teacher, Writer, PR, HR, Paralegal, Recruiter, etc. I don't know why I found that so depressing today, but I did.

And I was trying to research resumes and what they are these days, and that was even less fun. In fact...I don't want to talk about it.

I've had too much sugar lately, I think. Brother brought a bunch of snack food. I'm pretty reasonable about healthy diets in the way that if something is really not that good for you...then I usually don't buy it. If it finds its way into my kitchen, however, I'm almost as bad as the dog.

Oink.

How am I going to convince someone to give me a job worth having? How am I going to fit all the things that are going on into limited time? How am I going to handle it if we need a new car?

What is going to happen? I don't know. And it stresses me out.