Day Thirty-Six

New project: invent a time machine, go back to the early 90's, and prevent INXS from recording "Not Enough Time."  As much as I've never particularly loved the song, I could tolerate hearing it a couple times a year on the radio.  But every day?  Nobody deserves this kind of torture.

Hey, UCLA film school called me up for an interview.  Looks like it would basically be assisting two deans, doing phone/computer/correspondence-type stuff.  After they soundly rejected me almost five years ago when I applied for the graduate program, now they'll be paying me to go there.  If I get the job, that is.  My interview's on Monday.  I'll do my best not to screw it up.