the art of interview

Meredith Vieira: It's-- it's finally done.

J.K. Rowling: I know.

but the frogurt is cursed

Big things happening these days.

I moved in with Conrad!

But the living room is still a mess so we are basically living in the bedroom.

My role at work has totally transformed and I'm doing lots of important (relative term) stuff now!

But my stress level is through the roof a lot more often and I'm usually logged in at midnight.

I got into Stern!

But now I have two weeks to get my grubby hands on $10,000.

Harry Potter!

But Jen is leaving tomorrow for five months, and while that is totally unrelated to Harry Potter it is still very, very sad. What will I do if I am sad/mad/excited/hungry at work? Who will I vent to about our co-workers? Is this how normal people live, with no real-life friends sitting four feet away from them at all times to serve as dumping ground for all their emotional outbursts? and at gatherings of friends, no co-workers present who understand the gobbledegook language that must be employed to describe our job?