I just... want the transition period to be over. I want to be a therapist, supervisor, professor, partner, mentor, everything. Not in jobless, unlicensed limbo.

/complaints

All gonna work out in time, I know. Art straight-up told us today that he will give us 670 when he goes on sabbatical and/or retires. How great would that be? Very.

Summahtime

I've had a nice couple of days. Hanging out with friends, eating awesome food, drinking good beer, and riding bikes-- and landing an interview for a badass job that I have a good chance of getting. YES. Plus, in about an hour I'm heading to Sac to meet Addison, Jen's brand new little girl. Kinda freaky, that. I mean, we grew up together and we're so close in age... but I'm happy for her. They'll be great parents.

Hungover though. Last night I hung out with YJ and Armando for awhile and then-- and I'm not proud of this-- went to Beareoke. Nah, it was fun. I totally played sorority lesbian to get a free shot. Shut up-- I was participating in an elaborate satire of my own making, dammit! Sam invited me and a ton of people I know and like were there. I got hit on a lot, which was unusual, but Beareoke brings in a more diverse crowd. Speaking of being hit on, Kevin and Sam were flirting all over each other (I feel like I'm watching my siblings hook up or something. It's weird), and a wasted Jeff started telling me things like, "If we were in a relationship, and I impregnated you, I'd totally help you raise that baby" because "you have great genes, and mine aren't bad, I mean, I'm smart, even though I'm unmotivated". How is it that Jeff is such a sweetie that an evening of un-reciprocated come-ons aren't creepy? I gotta get me some of that magic.