he-man drag in a glittering ballroom

So I woke up this morning to a call from Half-Price Books asking if I could come in for an interview. Did that this afternoon; I think it went well. I'll hear back sometime next week. (Also, it turns out I overdressed, but I'd rather do that and make a good impression than... not.)
And then I discussed a forthcoming mental health week with the parents. Mom was slightly dubious in light of that lack-of-income thing, but is cool with it as long as I can still pay stuff (and move toward some sort of gainful employment, if the interview doesn't pan out); Dad had a minor freak-out about the weather and then went 'hey, think we can throw a party while she's gone?'; most importantly, all of us were civil.
No progress as yet on figuring out what happened with the corrupted story file; I just picked up where I left off in another file. (And I'm STILL USING THAT WORD COUNT.)
I'm gonna call it a good day. ::levels up in Responsible Adulthood::
(Note to self: Get more Teaberry gum before Monday, since Mom finished it and you'd need more than one piece anyway.)
ADDENDUM: Fifteen-Minute Festival! Go forth! Spread joy!