Ruff

We took Cordy to be groomed yesterday. They think that she was abused and possibly trained to be a fighting dog at one point. She certainly has some characteristics of Pit Bull, but looks more like a Staffordshire Terrier. However, due to her bark and her sensitive skin, she is probably mixed with Beagle. She's a mutt - but she's our mutt.

School choice - Jesus H. No Child Left Behind ONLY applies to school testing scores and no other criteria.

We looked at a house yesterday. Pool, basement, three bedrooms, decent kitchen, garage, "office". We like it, so we're just waiting to see what happens - are we getting a nice down payment from our backers, are they cosigning a mortgage? We have no clue what's going on, and we feel like we're completely out of the loop on a house we want to buy. Why not just choose our house and payment and we'll move in when you tell us, k?

In the past three days I have had so many ups and downs - the Xanax really just evens me out and I end up feeling nothing. Nothing at all - no anger, no agression, no love, no happiness. Nada. And high. But we threw a bunch of stuff on the curb last night and packed some more.

I also sent out 47 resumes through Monster, 16 resumes through other sources (mostly theatre jobs), submitted three plays to contests/theatres, and sent a bunch of essays to a potential editor.

And I applied for 8 freelance writing assignments. I don't know, though, I think my samples may have been a little too dark for them.

Today - more moving - the dog, computer, and bed to my rents house for the interim.