Why am I so scratchafrickin' nervous?

I've been really anxious today. Like sweaty palms, increased heart rate, twitchy anxious. I think it's a combo of job searching and sympathy stress for my mom. And sometimes nice weather does this to me, too, like it wants me to come out and enjoy it but instead I'm down in the basement on the computer.

I turned down the substitute teaching opportunity, but did agree to babysit on Thursday night. Good thing Survivor's on Wednesday.

There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for how the person whom I thought might be the Friend of the Parents found me and why the trail of clues looks like it does. It could very well not be the Friend of the Parents. I feel better. On a semi-related note, there's an article in today's Detroit News about blogging, featuring some local bloggers. I got the link from Ismat and she's featured in the article.

And I figured out why my "grab the link to this post" links were broken and I fixed it. Such a sense of accomplishment, I have. Comments galore today! I feel loved and this is highly entertaining. Say hi, dammit! I just noticed that I'm muttering to myself as I type this all out.