Today (or yesterday, depending on how you look at it) I managed to replace mild dissappointment with major hand cramp. And, for a change, it wasn't through anything that'll make the junior high kids mistakenly reading this in search of pyromania tips snicker.
So here's the story:

Yesterday I had a job interview, and it went rather well. I was truly in danger of losing my cool slacker mystique and finding gainful employment. So when I woke up and found a message on the godawfulness-answering machine [aka phone] from said place where work is done I was quite excitable. Not that I'm that eager to work or anything, but a steady paycheck would let me buy that domain name I've been itching for and order some T-shirts for everybody's crotch, which would be pleasant.

Don't count your chickens before they've shit, though: When I returned the call I found out that I didn't get the job. He was calling to let me know he forwarded my resume, application, and blood samples to another one of their offices. So now I'm back to uncertainty, as I have to wait until Monday to even interview at the other location and who knows when to find out if I have the job.

Like I'd said: A minor dissappointment. However, I'd gotten way too excited about getting the call, so the dissappointment wasn't one that I felt like thinking about first thing when I got out of bed this afternoon.
So instead of thinking, I played Master of Orion 2. MoO2 is a fairly old turn-based strategy game that I'd already beaten on the Impossible difficulty and the Huge galaxy size like 2 or 3 years ago. But I hadn't yet done so using a particularly lousy set of race-characteristics, so I started playing this afternoon after the little career delay.

That was fourteen hours ago.
My mouse-hand is stiff as hell. There's probably a moral in this. If you can figure one out, Good For You.