The best laid plans of mice and men...

So, I've been waiting to hear back from STL. Nothing on Monday, and nothing so far today, so I called them and asked. They've already filled the position. Thanks for the heads-up, guys. I could've used a little notice, y'know? It seems nobody has the fucking decency anymore to let people know they're not getting a job with them.

But it doesn't matter. Barring a miracle, in a week and a half I'll be back in Charlottesville, probably back in that damn lab again, on Mom's insistence, suffering on dialup. I can predict what my Mom's ideal summer itinerary will be: Mom will eventually drag me to Grandma's for "vacation" sometime in June, where I'll be nagged at by Grandma et al for being "antisocial", and then will come promptly home and won't come out again until time for me to go back for fall semester. That's what happened last year, at any rate.

With any luck, Mom will let me go to tadakimacun's graduation, and to Origins. But right now, it seems like a distant dream. Mom is probably still pissed at me for earlier -- I haven't heard a word from her since her last nastygram.

All I can say is that it was a nice dream while it lasted.