Take a chance on Waco.

So, I just burned a very painful part of my finger on the toaster. It's stinging like a mofo. My hands are also greasy but moisturized from sticking my fingers into a tub of wet mozzarella drenched in olive oil. This is what I'm doing on a Tuesday night. :)

Tomorrow is a big day. I'm going to WACO! I'm dropping off my resume tapes at the stations there in hopes of getting a job and possibly being able to stay close to Austin. Technically, only one of the stations is hiring, but it doesn't hurt to try. I am wondering if there's anything to do in Waco besides visit these TV stations. Is there a Dr. Pepper museum or something, isn't Dr. Pepper from Waco? I'm also worried about my fingernails. They're hot pink right now. Will that somehow give a bad impression? Hopefully a news director can handle hot pink nails without having a judgmental conniption. Maybe I'll trim them as a compromise. Besides worrying about my nails, I'm plain scared of talking to these people. Most people don't scare me too much, or even if they do I can hide it. I don't know about this. I'm scared one of the NDs is going to randomly scream at me.

I am also considering a job at KVUE, which is the top station in Austin. The hours are terrible and pay is low and it's not exactly the type of work I want to do (producing instead of reporting), but to actually have a job in the business in Austin would be amazing. I think I'm going to give up my weekends for this if I can obtain the job. It'll be rough, but hopefully worth it.

My bike is fixed up. We spent all weekend working on them. Andrew painted his dark green. Mine is bright red. Today I took a ride in Hyde Park (the neighborhood north of me). It was fabulous because there weren't too many hills. It was a peaceful ride.

Yesterday my mom told me one of our dogs is really sick. Today she took him to the vet and the enzyme levels in his liver are really messed up. They're going to give him medicine, but if it doesn't work they're going to have to biopsy part of his liver. It could be cancer. Poor Octane.

I want a vacation. All of this unemployment is making me crazy.