More Than a Feeling

tomorrow morning i'm going to boston, mass. i have that interview thing on friday. and i've already f*cked it all up. according to my track record, whenever i get excited about a job and have a good feeling about it - and worse yet, when others tell me they have a good feeling about it - it all goes to shit. now, maybe that's just the natural, jaded pessimist in me and i'm choosing to believe that this interview will go the way of the buffalo like all the others.

i'm sad that i will miss the snow and ice that we might get here tomorrow night. and it's supposed to be sixty degrees and rainy in boston. seriously...

i've put together one hell of a playlist for my iPod for the plane ride. i really think i've outdone myself on this one. here's a sample list: regina spektor, martin sexton, bob dylan, blu sanders, dan dyer, the format, simon & garfunkel, modest mouse, eastmountainsouth, the arcade fire, cat stevens, coldplay, the shins, and the obligatory ryan, joe, and damien.

i find that the ricola sugar free lemon mint cough drops taste a bit like herbal tea. they are quite refreshing and effective at supressing my consumption-induced hacking.

i finished reading that mitch albom book, 'the five people you meet in heaven' this week. i wanted to shoot myself. even moreso than when i read 'catcher in the rye.' not because they are bad books or poorly written (though albom is certainly no Salinger), but because i really felt hopeless after reading them. i guess they worked.

i wonder if i'll have to take a drug test friday...