mamma mia
i think i have one person that reads this thing. i think its nick. nick nack patty whack. i've never called him that. maybe its the wine talking. we all know what happens when the wine talks ...
anyway, i think i'm gonna play part-time momma this summer. adam and i had a lot of phone conversation-time tonight that makes me want to just take a big huge jump and move to chicago without any plans whatsoever of anything: no living situation, no job situation, NO NOTHIN.'
the only chicago synchronicity that happened today was getting a letter from the organization where i applied for a job as a teacher's assistant saying that other people were more qualified than i am. it was the nicest way i've ever been rejected by a job i've applied to. every other job that has rejected me has just not answered me at all. just totally disregarded that i spent time typing a cover letter and cleaning up my resume and dreaming about working. but this place cared enough to have their executive director sign a letter turning me down. i have to respect that.
but do i take that as a sign to not go to chicago? or as a sign that chicago will treat me tenderly?
i also just had really good talks with this dude jacob about God and Mind and synchronicity and i wish it hadn't ended. he's wise. but now i'm gonna put on some nilsson and talk to whomever the ouija brings me.
