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Well, it's certainly been an eventful week or so. I guess I'll start with the easy stuff - my new job.

They called an offered me a position and at a salary much higher than what they were originally offering. So I'm ecstatic about that. Had to go for a physical and a drug test yesterday, which I was worried about, since I had smoked two weeks prior (obviously, this was before I had any idea a drug test was coming). But I bought one of those home testing kits, and I came up clean, so I'm not worried that much any more. I'll know by Tuesday, for sure. Then, the celebrating can begin in earnest.

I did feel so bad giving my current job my two weeks' notice, though. I'm not sure why, considering they have all of us production coordinators working a slave wage. But for the most part, the people there are nice, most co-workers are right around my age and it's a casual place to work. I'll start on May 9th if everything works out. I'm nervous as hell, but also incredibly excited.

Now...for the complicated stuff. The ex and I had a huge blowout, which actually resulted in us working things out a bit. She needed to come over on Thursday night to pick up some mail at the apartment, and we talked. Specifically, about how she thinks she made a mistake. And as hard as I tried, I wasn't able to really stay angry at her, so I asked her, did she think we ever had a chance of making it work again? Her response, in so many words, was "yes." We kissed that night, something I thought I'd never do again. We went on a "date" to see Sin City last night (gush!!!) and things went, well....they went wonderfully. It's odd...this is almost the exact time of year when I met her last year. Now, I think the concept of fate's a bunch of malarky, but for some reason, the idea of synchronicity really appeals to me. I dunno. I'm just taking this as it comes. We're still going to be getting seperate places and whatnot, because both of us have become enamored of the mythic idea of "OUR FIRST APARTMENT BY OURSELVES."

Life sure can throw you some curveballs sometimes.

Lyrics for today: Bob Dylan, "Bob Dylan's 115th Dream." It's just got that same, scattershot and whimsical quality my life seems to have taken a turn for now.

Bob Dylan - "Bob Dylan's 115th Dream"
"I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab
I have yuh understand
Who came running to the deck
Said, "Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the sail
Haul on the bowline"
We sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do
When they are far away at sea

"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort
And start buying the place with beads"
Just then this cop comes down the street
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons

Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down
To the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around
Saying, "Ban the bums"
I jumped right into line
Sayin', "I hope that I'm not late"
When I realized I hadn't eaten
For five days straight

I went into a restaurant
Lookin' for the cook
I told them I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
"Could you please make that crepe"
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin' fat
Food was flying everywhere
And I left without my hat

Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
But I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab
And all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral
And I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley
When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my boots
And I was on the street again

Well, I rapped upon a house
With the U.S. flag upon display
I said, "Could you help me out
I got some friends down the way"
The man says, "Get out of here
I'll tear you limb from limb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain't your pop"
I decided to have him arrested
And I went looking for a cop

I ran right outside
And I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door
This Englishman said, "Fab"
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
And a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building
Advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door
Like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor
And the man asked me who I was

I repeated that my friends
Were all in jail, with a sigh
He gave me his card
He said, "Call me if they die"
I shook his hand and said goodbye
Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said hello
This foot came through the line

Well, by this time I was fed up
At tryin' to make a stab
At bringin' back any help
For my friends and Captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin
Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go
Back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailor suit
And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship

Well, I got back and took
The parkin' ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds
When this coastguard boat went past
They asked me my name
And I said, "Captain Kidd"
They believed me but
They wanted to know
What exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke
I was employed
They let me go right away
They were very paranoid

Well, the last I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was
When I was leavin' the bay
I saw three ships a-sailin'
They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn't drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, "Good luck.""