Reading: Why Girls Are Weird, by some girl who apparently keeps some kind of online journal, or something.

Back in the day, I was Pamie's "next" link on Open Pages. Most of my journally friends are actual friends with her, but this is as close a connection as I can claim.

And yes, I was going to save it for the beach, but I got bored today.

Watching: The Philadelphia Story. Katharine Hepburn in memoriam. There is not a single moment in that entire film that could have been any more perfect. Not one single frame.

So, I'm going to Hilton Head tomorrow. And guess what? It's going to rain the entire time I'm driving. I am looking at the Weather Channel right now, and the entire East Coast from DC to Florida is green.

I'm not at all surprised, because I have a little secret to tell you.

I make it rain. No, I do. I'm not kidding. When I get on I-95, it rains. I have driven north on I-95 probably a dozen times since I moved here, and it has rained every single time except for maybe twice, maybe. It didn't the last time, when I went to Melissa's for the Fourth of July, and I barely knew what to do with myself. It's getting me back tomorrow, though. I will have rain the entire way down.

It's fine, I guess. It's not like I'm not used to it, and I'd much rather have it rain while I'm driving than while I'm sitting on the beach. (That tends to not be fun at all.)

I was going to write about the answers to my quiz, but then I thought how boring that would be for everyone except me, and besides, the quiz gave you the answers when you took it, so there's really no point.

I suppose the only mildly interesting explanation would be about my celebrity encounters. Your options for which person I'd never met were Josh Charles, David Duchovny, Anthony Stewart Head, and Eddie Izzard.

The correct answer was Duchovny. Josh Charles asked me what time it was outside the Koo Koo Roo in Brentwood, back when all anyone knew of him was Knox Overstreet. Anthony Stewart Head came in to meet with someone about a pilot at the production company where I was working the receptionist desk, back when all anyone knew of him was the Taster's Choice commercials.

And if you didn't know that I met Eddie, then really, where the hell have you been? (Having breakfast?)

So, my job at the big bad Firm of Despair is over, and obviously, I have nowhere to go for the moment, hence the vacation. The good news, however, is that just before I left, I got an e-mail from a guy I worked with at my prior job. He had just been hired as a contract attorney, and he hooked me up with his agency, so I met with them on Friday, and the agent seemed very positive about my prospects, but then again, they always do.

So we'll see what happens. I'm glad I'm done with the job I had, it really was not fun. Then again, food, clothing, shelter, and cable are all good things too, and sometimes worth not-fun jobs.

Also, if I may do just a little bit of horn-tooting, I got the following e-mail from the associate I worked with the most. (We all went across the street to Ben & Jerry's on Friday afternoon to celebrate the end of the case and my departure, but he couldn't go.)

Elizabeth, I won't be able to join you all for ice cream, so in case I don't get a chance to talk to you before you leave, I wanted to thank you for all of your hard work. You came at a very difficult time in the last stages of a very complex case and impressed us all with your ability to pick up the work as though you had been involved from the start. I know that everyone greatly appreciated your help, and I personally could not have done my job without you. I wish you great success, and if you ever need a reference do not hesitate to put my name down.
You know what? I don't care how cynical you are, that kind of thing is always nice to hear.

(Doesn't mean I ever want to set foot inside that firm again, though.)

So, I'm off to the coast of South Carolina for a glorious week of Harry Potter and carcinogenic rays. I'll take lots of pictures and e-mail if anything of interest should happen. Otherwise, I'll update again when I get back next week.

Before I go, though, I would like to welcome subscriber #200 to my notify list. I know that's small potatoes in a relative journal sense, but it's still kind of cool to me. I've gotten to know a lot of you, especially those of you who have been around since the days of Grace, and I'm proud of that. I'm proud of you, too, for sticking with me through five years of this nonsense.

Having said that, want to be subscriber #201? Come on, you know you do...

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