I love having a crowded house most of the time, and I like it even still now. However, I've got a megaton of transcription to do before my Matty drives from Atlanta to visit me tomorrow.
I've also got to sign up (I can do it online thankfully) for the late testing of the LSAT. I don't know if I want to go to law school or not, but it's better for me to take this and the GRE and GMAT before December before I lose my analytical mindset and am out of practice of looking at things and figuring out why they're stupid.
I don't know what the hell I want to do, so that's why I'm even considering going to "Career Day" (read that with a tiny bit of venom and a lot of pessimism) sponsored by Ole Miss just in case some dream job jumps out and slaps me in the back of the head and in the wallet.
I went shopping in Memphis on Saturday to try to find a nice business suit (since I've grown out of the 8-10 I used to have for debate tourneys and my traveling speeches). I don't even want to waste this space here going into the details of how difficult it is to find petite (height) women's sizes in a style that doesn't look and fit like a moo-moo, blousy at the waist and hips and down to my knees. It's as if the designers think that heavier women want to cover up their body and their figure. Well not me. I might be overweight, but I am by no means unsightly and I LIKE to dress in outfits that accentuate my figure. If I were better at sewing and had the time, I'd make something for myself and say "Get Fucked!" to the average mall-store clothing designers.