Hallelujah, praise the Lord! When I finally stumbled out of bed yesterday and made my way downstairs for chocolate and other sustenance, I discovered a voice message waiting for me on the answering machine. Someone wants to interview me!! For a job!! A real, full-time, more than $8/hr job!!

Of course, in my fantasy world, I would have received this message at the end of a long and productive day of community service, socializing, shopping, and some extra volunteer work at an orphanage. I would have been wearing a clean-cut, summery, beautiful (if not somewhat besmudged from all the hard work) dress, which would have complimented so nicely my dainty heels and my simple but classy hair and make-up.

Instead, as I stated before, I had just fallen out of bed recently, on the verge of drowning in my own sweat due to the late-afternoon sun beating through my window and heating my already-too-hot down comforter. I hadn't even so much as showered or done my hair, so I was looking pretty much like a zombie in pajamas when I pressed the "play" button on the answering machine.

On the plus side, this man still wants to interview me. Also, I had a follow-up dream to one I had a week ago in which I actually contacted and met Elijah Wood. So in this fantasy world of mine, not only do I care deeply about puppies and babies and flowers and fashion, but I also am smooth enough to convince Mr. Wood to be my friend. After one phone call. Now, it's just time to make these dreams come true. I think I'll start with a shower.

In case I don't actually learn something new every day, here are some things I learned yesterday:

• Venture Bros. is an absolutely brilliant show. It took a few episodes for me to begin to fully appreciate the humor, but once Dean screeched, "I dare you to make less sense!" at Hank, I was hooked. Also the little quip where Dean asks, "So what??" and Hank replies, "Sew buttons! This is important!" or something like that... Yeah, that was pretty awesome.
• I could possibly maybe probably stop complaining about my iPod not turning on. At least I have one, unlike the much-loved Heather from Dooce.com, whose iPod recently got stolen from her car. I'll just keep staring at mine through the wee hours of the night, hoping that all the computers in this house will stop treating it like a leper and actually recognize its existence. Hey, charging its battery would be cool, too.
• Mae is playing for free in Millennium Park tonight. If I hadn't pissed off every last friend I had in the area, I could be going to see them. Then again, maybe I could bribe my brother. Or better yet, one of his friends.
• Making brownies for mi madre will not offset the fact that I forgot to turn on the home's exterior lights after dusk. All those bad robber people had to stumble around in the dark tonight. She seemed pretty pissed about that.
• Writing letters to my internal organs does not seem to be an effective way to get rid of abdominal pain.
• Résumés seem to be more effective when actually submitted to companies. My current practice of leaving them on my desk doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere. There are some suspicious Oreo crumbs on all of them, though. I'm blaming the iPod.

Really, though, if anyone wants to hang out tomorrow night in Millennium Park to see Mae, umm, I'm taking applications via the comment section. Or via email. Or just show up at my house. My mom made sure to turn the lights on for you.

Okay, so a few moments ago, I posted a very short rant on Twitter. I was trying out this ScrapBlog site because I'm broke and desperate to win a free trip to the BlogHer Conference '07, even if I do live forty-five minutes away from Navy Pier.

It only took a matter of seconds for me to get access to all my photos from Flickr to use on ScrapBlog, so that was pretty neat. However, because I keep my "Start bar" on the left side of my screen, part of the ScrapBlog application was hidden from view and rendered completely useless to me. I had two choices — minimize (or move) my Start bar or quit the program and whine like a baby.

The latter is better suited to my current mood personality.

However, the ranting and crying came to a screeching halt after I took a screenshot of my desktop to share with the world. Why? Because apparently, I AM STUCK IN A TIME WARP.

My desktop from March 12, 2006:

My desktop from today, June 12, 2007:

The fact that I'm still using a Veer desktop image is more a testament to the greatness of Veer than anything. And yes, I managed to delete the World of Warcraft shortcut icon and empty my recycle bin, but did anyone else notice that I'm STILL listening to the same damn Jamie Cullum song that I was the last time I took a screenshot of my desktop?? Creepy. Sad. Pathetic. NOT GOOD.

I'm not really sure what to do about this, so any advice you could throw my way would be much appreciated. (No, I don't have money to buy new CDs. Yes, I do have a working copy of BitTorrent.)