First of all I'm drunk. Very much drunk. I went to my interview and it went fine. Strange thing was the interviewer didn't seem to know what the hell he was supposed to be interviewing me about. He mentioned that I was the same personality as he was and that he was doing fine. Then he mentioned that his daughter had just graduated from Queens with a law degree. Then he told me that I could ask him any questions I could think about as long as they were not about the program that I was applying for because he didn't know anything about it. So I peppered him with questions about X company and what it's strategic position and plan were for the next number of years. How is the company going to get my generation as customers. He didn't know. Interesting. As far as I'm concerned I go the job. Then I decided that I was going to stop and buy a bottle of wine on the way home. It's almost gone!

My first counseling appointment went really well. I just finished a full bottle of wine on my own... so anyways my appointment went really well. He told me that he was amazed that I was still in the church at all and that I was actually looking for help from the church at all. He told me that I was sponge. Apparently my understanding is that I soak up all the emotions of those around me and don't have any outlet for them, so they slowly eat away at me and happily work at destroying me. Not surprising. FUCK EVERYONE!