I heard from one job that they won't know about second interviews until the end of next week. The other I heard nothing from. Sigh.
Other than that... keeping my head above water. I'm glad I have drugs because the anxiety overwhelms sometimes, though it's actually quite funny at times in retrospect.
Case in point. M is an organizer. With a capital ORGANIZER. So, he's packing up his stuff and mine gets out of his nicely organized, labeled tubs. Monday I started freaking out. 'I don't know how to organize!' And I mean, crying. So he offered to go to Tar-get with me, as there was a sale on tubs. We were in there for a while - me trying to figure out what size and how many, and him saying over and over, 'these are really nice tubs!'. So I bought $130 worth, and the man who has tubs coming out his ears bought at least $50 worth, though maybe more. It filled my Matrix, and the living room is now full. But even though I have tubs, I still need to learn how to distribute stuff... I'll try!