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Chicago today looks like the sun just decided not to rise this morning. It is daaaark out. I'm enjoying the brooding atmosphere immensely.

I'm leaving work slightly early today to head to the airport; I'm flying to the east coast for an interview tomorrow for another research job. I'm less ambivalent about this one than I was about the last east coast job I interviewed for, but I'm still pretty ambivalent. This one is near public transit, in a proper city, and very similar to the unit I work for now, in terms of size and protocols. But I don't know if I want to leave Chicago, and R and I kind of had tentative plans to move back in together in the new year. I want a better job, I want a larger salary, I don't especially want to live in the cultural wasteland that is the area of Chicago we'd be mocing to, but I'm not sure I want such a giant change.

Also I would probably have to move about a week after having my gallbladder out, which doesn't precisely appeal. Still, that's a temporary issue attached to a permanent situation. I moved from undergrad to grad school two weeks after being hit by a car.

In the meantime, I'm arranging leave paperwork from work for the next few weeks, because the constant pain of my body functioning incorrectly is making me incompetent. I can actually feel my gallbladder through my skin at this point -- it's like a little angry golf ball lodged under my bottom rib. It's kind of cool, except for how it's excruciatingly unpleasant.

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My mother is texting me interview advice.

Mum: Remember to make eye contact and check in with the interviewer that you answered the question.
Mum: And don't lick your fingers at lunch.
Me: No licking fingers, got it.
Mum: Unless they lick their fingers but even then it's bad manners.

Frankly it's pretty good advice, I do sometimes lick my fingers.