These are just some of the ones I can manage to remember — this was clearly the oddest and craziest test I’ve ever taken. I think I got the job provided those tests don’t bookmark me as a psycho — they said they were going to do a criminal check, a credit check, and a reference check (however, no fingerprint-taking) and get back to me within the week. I suppose it no longer matters as The State already has my fingerprints on file. I’m rather wary of this — sure, I’m certainly not intending to commit any crimes, but this definitely complicates things in the event a rare circumstance arises when I must needs flout the government. I guess any law breaking I do will have to be premeditated. Maybe I should stash a pair of gloves in the dashboard compartment.

After the interview the old friend and I went out to lunch and caught up on things. She had just returned from a six month DTS with YWAM in Fiji and is living back with her parents. We talked a good amount about how neither of us ever has anything to do (and have become quite well-acquainted to this do-nothing lifestyle) and consequently rarely take leave of our houses, as we have both become so accustomed to them. In fact, we stayed at the restaurant for four hours precisely because of this absurd problem. Time to kill. Underachievers of the world unite, that is, if you can muster enough motivation.

I’ve decided that A Midsummer Night’s Dream is best read as a comedy, as it makes for rather a poor tragedy, all things considered. However, the darker and tragical aspects of the play certainly make for a more interesting read, which is likely why most renditions of late have focused more on the troubling aspects, rather than the comical and carefree. Of course, the rise of militant feminism probably contributed the currently common interpretation of the play as an example of oppressed women and maladjusted love, as well.