But I wanted to write something quick because: I GOT A JOB!!!

I think I made a personal world record today: the most dramatic mood switch in the shortest amount of time. I had a nightmare last night that Donna was yelling at me, and that I was still doing heroin but I was about to quit the next morning. So I woke up, thinking that Donna was mad at me, and expecting to be in heroin withdrawal. It took me about ten minutes to convince myself that I wasn't sick. Then I looked at the clock -- it was 10:15 and I had a job interview at 11:00!!! I have my phone alarm set for 8:30 every day, and for some reason, it chose not to go off today. Perfect.

So I had to rush around getting dressed and figuring out the bus schedule, and I was so sore from yesterday's yoga class. I ran for the bus, and missed the 19, which would have taken me within a few blocks of the restaurant. So I had to take the 20, get off at Broadway, and then I literally sprinted ten blocks south and got there five minutes late, gasping for air. I'm sure I looked super-professional.

But the interview was easy. The owners of the restaurant are a husband and wife team from New Orleans via L.A. They've owned a ton of restaurants. They both seemed really nice, and the wife told me that their restaurant is like a family, that she's given people loans for medical care, helped them with rides, time off, and all kinds of other stuff. Also, I get benefits after three months.

They didn't seem bothered by the fact that all my jobs are for less than four months and are all over the country -- they said they just needed someone "with a brain" who had a lot of experience. So I'm starting off at the deli counter, but I think I can get promoted to being a server in the restaurant section, and they said I can also learn bartending. It's kind of a multi-faceted operation, so hopefully I can learn some new skills.

It's definitely not as picturesque and perfect as that bakery, and I'm embarrassed to even tell you the name, because it's a stupid pun -- it's a "concept" restaurant. If you live in Portland, figure it out -- it's across from the Schnitz. But it's a job, probably better paying, better tips, and better managed than my last one. And benefits! Maybe this time I can manage to actually stay there long enough to get them.

Also, it's only a short bus ride from my house, and I only need to take one bus -- no transfers. Or a ten minute bike ride across the river.

I start tomorrow at 11:00. So that means no trip to Corvallis today. And no acid trip! I should have taken advantage of my brief period of unemployment to take acid, but I was waiting until my headspace was happier. Maybe when I have some days off I'll take it...

So it took me exactly one week to find a job -- I was fired a week ago today. It also took me a week to get over the psychological fallout I experienced from being fired. That really threw my depression to a new level. I've still been waking up each day thinking about suicide, but by the end of the day my mood improves.

Anyway, that's the good news. I'm going to go out and buy myself a present to celebrate, and get my rent money from my bank, and read my book. You should read the entry from last night about my perfect day now.