You guys. YOU GUYS. It happened today.
I had today off, thankfully, as recommended by my psychiatrist. It was the first day I’ve had in MONTHS that I haven’t been stressed out, paranoid, angry, or on the verge of tears. I spent the morning watching History of the World: Part 1 (1981) by Mel Brooks, made myself breakfast, and just being all around lazy and relaxed. James even came home early, which was a nice surprise, and I eventually took a nap while he watched Prometheus. Oddly enough, I had a terrifying nightmare while I was napping and I thought I heard James say, “Thirty minutes ’til you need to wake up,” and I woke up. (Not that you need all these details…but my day had been somewhat uneventful until…) I was coming out of my sleep and my phone rang. James instantly recognized the number as the ones used at his office and I quickly jumped to answer it. And a great wave of relief washed over me. I am so excited, nervous, and most definitely hopeful.
I have an interview tomorrow. I HAVE A FUCKING INTERVIEW TOMORROW.
Wish me luck, guys and dolls!