Not so charming

I got an email today from Della that said that she and Ed really thought I brought some interesting things to the table, but they really need a man. You know, Claude Levi-Strauss and all.

I totally agree and think that the process would have driven me crazy, but it's still a rejection. And rejection sucks.

That on top of this Rosh Hashana time of reflection and being lonely. I'm sad.

I'm having a sad day.

Not being familiar with different tunes to known prayers at synagogue this morning, walking to and from with sandals that hurt my feet kinda started the day off badly.

I don't think watching The Royal Tenenbaums has lifted my spirits nor has observing tashlich by throwing a small piece of sourdough into the stagnant, algae green water at the Arboretum.

So, on my way home I stopped at the department to pick up The Shape of Things from my mailbox. It's the one of the plays I am using in my DRA 10 class and I sat by the Egghead sculpture called "Stargazer" on campus to read a scene or two.

Things are looking up.