The report from me-land

Well, after several days of a nonstop sore throat, I seem to be on the mend. It still hurts, but now I can swallow without grimacing in pain. For a while, I had a bit of a drooling problem, it got so bad. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "spit or swallow." I'd planned to spend the weekend doing job searches, but first my dad needed the computer and then I started to work on the bar application. It's 19 pages. 19. Fucking. Pages. Plus I have to add some for my work history (they want all the jobs you've worked in the past 10 years). And I have to come up with ~7 people who can attest to my good character AND admit if I've done anything remotely naughty. Ever. Thankfully, that's one area where I'm as innocent as I look. I didn't even shoplift gum as a kid.