Day 228: Hopelessly stuck at home

Not much to report today. Spent a chunk of the day viewing Six Man, Texas raw footage and clipping out scenes. Did the usual chatting etc. stuff on the computer. Had Cheetos for lunch. Yes, just Cheetos. (I at least baked a pizza and drank various V-8 juices for dinner, okay?). Watched the HBO miniseries Elizabeth I in the evening (the show was disappointingly tedious). Skipped both GNO and J.M.'s band's performance at Shoal Creek Saloon because I didn't want to spend any money, plus I figured I'd be bad company anyway. It seems to have been a good day for Phoebe and Meeka, though, as what was most noteworthy about their water consumption is how little I noticed it. Both seemed to drink perfectly normal amounts.

No word back from the marcom agency on the freelance job (I sent them my paperwork yesterday ... unless my fax didn't go through). On the other hand, the president of the agency that tried to get me the contract that died called me. She said the department manager and HR person at the client really wanted to try to bring me on board still, but they have to convince this new VP who just took over after a reorg and has been making decisions without getting input from the troops first. She's hoping to hear by the end of the week if anything can happen. I told her I have to keep my options open and can't wait for that. So, I suppose I still just might get this contract. But I'm neither holding my breath nor waiting around. I can't. I need an office job NOW to get me out of this house before I drive everyone I care about away from me. Assuming I haven't already.