During a storm, before the storm

My interview for Samaritans is in t-minus 3 hours. I'm so nervous my stomach is cramping. Or maybe my Diet Coke is too sweet - who knows? I do hope this turns out well; I mean, I did go and buy a new shirt for this shindig. It's just my luck that it's doing a nasty snow/sleet/freezing rain dealie outside right now and I wasn't able to find a coat in Old Navy that I liked, so I'm stuck wearing my sweatshirt out to the city. There's a plus (there's always a plus) - I get to go into the Village (love it there) and (hopefully) pick up copies of The Advocate (with TV boyfriend #2, Hal Sparks, in it) and possibly Out (with Robert Gant, TV BF #2's TV boyfriend). I still think that Hal needs to clarify himself fully and *think* a bit before he speaks, but I like him nonetheless. Heh. I admire him for his lack of censorship but I think he needs to censor himself some. Bundle of trouble annoyances contradictions, sez I.

Why are all my recent entries QAF related? I think I need to be weaned off this show before I lose base (more than I already have, of course).

I promise to have a more coherent entry when I come back in.

Ugh

Sick. I'm coming down with something. I'm certain of it. I have that tickle in the back of my throat that usually means a sore throat is on its way.

I feel like this is punishment for me not wanting to wear the atrocious black dresscoat my grandmother gave me and instead heading out in my sweatshirt. In the snow and slush and 25 degree weather. Be nice to me, because I'm obviously a little slow. I probably would have been okay if, after the Samaritan interview, I'd just hopped on the 6 and headed on home. But noooooo, I just had to look for the damned Advocate. I checked in a Barnes and Nobles on 17th and nothing. I checked at a cornerstore on 8th Ave and nothing. If I don't turn into a snot-producing machine by tomorrow I'll make it my mission to check out the Borders in Forest Hills before work. Must have my Hal fix.

Speaking of the Samaritans interview - eh. I was myself. If they deem that too much, then I guess I'm out of luck.