God, I'm getting so soft in my unemployment that the mere act of having to set the alarm this morning at 7 to make a nine o'clock interview (for a Temp job, no less) filled me with such dread that I couldn't sleep. Which is kind of silly considering that it's not like I'm sleeping much these days anyways. All night, all I could think of was, "oh, God, not at 7 in the morning. Not 7 in the morning. How am I ever going to get up?"

Yeah, I know, cry me a river.

Did I mention I've had to miss the big 9 o'clock "Charmed-fest"/"BH 9'er" hour two days in a row? The humanity…..