Ok, so yesterday around 1 PM my post-interview nervousness wore off for real and I was overwhelmed by the urge to be horizontal. So I went to bed. I started filling out some student loan forms, but then I didn't want to get up for more information for that, so instead I called a few possible houses to rent. The first place I called turned out to be a fax number, the second had already been rented, the third gave me the "your call did not go through" message twice, and the last one was an answering machine. Blech, I thought, no more phone calls for now. And, taking a cue from the cat curled up at the foot of the bed, I took a nap.
At 4 PM I was awakened by the phone. It was cabanasloth, but I was too sleepy and stupid to make coherent plans. (cabanasloth still owes me about a dozen rude awakenings for the time I wandered into his room and flashed the overhead fluorescent light on and off to wake him up to go to the Motley, even if he doesn't remember this particular traumatic incident.) Anyway, eventually I woke up, more or less refreshed, and called Peter and cabanasloth and lusciousbrrd and got everybody to come meet at our apartment. While I slept, it had turned into a freakin' beautiful day out, good for walking around Eugene in. So we went to beer and food at McMenamin's on High Street, and then wandered around U. of Oregon campus a bit, taking the scenic route through Pioneer Cemetery back to our apartment to hang out till midnight-ish.
When we got back to our apartment, we were greeted by a famous first --- cat yak on the rug. Iggy Pop gets big points for barfing on a removable surface and not the carpet, but still... eeeew! Anyway, now that I'm relatively awake and thinking maybe I should actually do something today, laundry's high up on the list of things to do, if only to save that rug from its nasty self. Also I found some more cat yak on my orange fuzzy, which is also unacceptable. Clearly, it's laundry time.
Um, nothing much else to report. We'll probably be going up to Portland some time this weekend to visit chocolatesmudge and nedthealpaca with lusciousbrrd and cabanasloth, and take our guests on the obligatory pilgrimage to Powells. Oh darn!
Oh, and in case I don't manage to get ahold of him today, let the record show that I'm wishing a very Happy Birthday to my cousin Mike!