feeling surprisingly lousy. blaming the donation of plasma and platelets.

hooray advil!

off to a job fair that started at noon. i wasn’t home fast enough from the blood center. I’ve changed (black slacks instead of skirt so I can avoid the dr-forbidden heels) clothes, done my hair and makeup, and printed off a stack o resumes to take with me.

i’ve never had much luck with job fairs. and this one feels really far away. but, no one can say i’m not making an effort, eh?

you kids behave. or don’t. whatever.

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