obviously we're still friends because she's so pretty and i'm so sassy.

as you all know, over the weekend grace and i worked on prostituting ourselves. i actually found a pretty cool, non-academic job searching for an academic that does what i do. cool. so i applied. i mean, you never know, right? and, as it's a non-academic position, uh, maybe it pays a living wage?

but i digress.

so sunday i spent the day with oonagh. we went for a long walk with vivian and grilled a mighty kickass tilapia, i might say, and some asparagus, too. we chatted. i mentioned the position. oonagh was excited for me. "great," she said, pouring us another glass of wine. "this could be really good for you."

"well," i began, ready to go on ~ likely in way too much depth ~ about how i don't know if i want to leave academia, i don't know if i want a job quite like that, blah, blah, blah, but oonagh interrupted me.

"really, inga, this could be a great opportunity for you." oonagh is wise, so i perked up my ears to listen. perhaps she would give me the insight i'll need to consider if this organization decides to call me for an interview of some sort. oonagh leaned in closer. "i mean, just think of all the new dating opportunities this could open up for you. you know, professional types."

why do think my "uh, that's not really why i applied for this job" didn't really resonate?

i heart you, oonagh, you know i do.