all we can do is keep breathing.

I hope everyone went out and VOTED THEIR FACE OFF today.  For serious.

Thursday, I move out.  I'd say 80% of my life is packed up right now.  I'm waiting until the very last seconds to take down my lamps, since I can't stand my overhead lighting.  It makes everything (including myself) look like death.

I have a job interview for next week!  I spoke with the manager of one of the clubs I applied to.  Sounds like easy, well-paying work, and I would only have to work a few nights a week.  Which means I can spend my days doing career-related things.  This setup will either be awesome, or totally sketch.  I'm not really sure which.  All I know is I need to hit the ground running with the money-making - mostly because I'm paranoid of running out of money.  I can't impose on my parents; they already are having such a tough time money-wise (they're both successful entrepreneurs, and they get slammed with taxes all the time).  I know they'd help me if I needed it, but I really don't want to need it.

Something bit my face a few days ago (a spider?  Eugh) and it's kind of left this huge red, raw patch on my left cheek.  It looks SO bad, and feels super tender and sore.  I've been slapping Neosporin on it like there's no tomorrow, and it's only kind of helping.  It's cramping my style.  I hope it heals before my interview next week, because I answered an ad specifically for pretty model-type girls and I sent them pictures of me with clear skin. 

I'm going out for ice cream tonight.  Hooray!