life is a seesaw

OK, so it seems that I have briefly extended my stay in Missoula until this Monday. For a variety of reasons. Only a slim majority of which are Six Feet Under-related. Believe me, if I could cry html tears, you would see them here, people. That's the kind of emotion we're talking about.

Also, let's-be-fucking-honest, I was in no rush to land back at my parents' house, especially with what my mom has had to report about my father (that he's pissed at my brother and I for not being a part of the uber-sucess-stories of most marketable college grads, who are apparently stealing all these swell jobs from poor ole pops).

Also, it's looking like a solid yet silent 'nyet' from the job I was really hoping for, which was naturally and thoughtlessly viewed as my only hope, therefore automatically condemning any chance I ever had at it. Oh well. Apparently I shall never actually learn the lesson of not putting all my fragile dreameggs in one cruelly barbed basket o'reality.

But, there is a definite highlight among all these pieces of bad news. I just wanted to log them in contrast to the swelling happiness when I think about the fact that I am GOING TO MOTHERFUCKING WHITE STRIPES AND SLEATER-KINNEY TOMORROW, BITHCES!!!

Okay, seriously, use of caps lock is never really called for. But if it were, it would have been a moment like that.

And I will even be back in time to make something for the RIP dinner before Six Feet Under, show of shows.

So, things are looking vaguely upward.