It's not the sunniest of days. It wasn't all that dreary, but it was certainly not the sunniest of days. I've always liked this kind of weather. Somehow it seems less harsh, gentler than the bright sun, gradually lifting me out of or lowering me into sleep.

Of course I used this opportunity this afternoon to take a bit of a nap. As I was on the more conscious side of things, my interviewer from Duke called to schedule a time to meet. I felt mostly comfortable on the phone with her, at least. Should I be nervous? I don't feel it at all. I'm looking forward to it, actually. Maybe as the week passes I'll feel it more. Maybe I should be nervous, but then again, perhaps not. Well, I hope I don't end up that way. We're just meeting to chat. That's how I see it.

I feel somewhat like Daft Punk and Tally Hall mixed together, with perhaps a dash of The Shins, a touch of OKGo, and some Norah Jones on the side.