My Fish is on a Hunger Strike

My fish, Jean-Claude Van Damm, in his new surroundings. He's smiling for the camera! I've noticed lately that he's been not as eager to be fed lately. When I was at school, every morning without fail he'd be waiting at the top of the bowl to get some yummy fish pellets. But I'm worried about his mental health, because lately he has not been eating as much as he used to. Instead of every day, he's only eating every other day. I think this may be caused by two circumstances: 

1. he misses Ithaca and wants to go back 
   
2. the journey from Ithaca to Buffalo was too much for his little fish heart to handle (he was in the back of the van, enclosed in a plastic bag, for 3 hours).

Anyway, it was the other day while watching Jean-Claude that I realized a sobering fact. In the last 24 hours, I had not left my house. I'm talking not even stepped foot outside. This was a definitive moment in my short post-collegiate life. I could either sink under the weight of the mental fatigue and disappointment of trying to find a job from hundreds of miles away from where I actually want to live, or I could swim and make more of an effort not to become a total recluse. 

I have chosen the latter. I've decided to take my first road trip to Newport, Rhode Island next week to visit Colleen. In preparation, I have to find a bathing suit. I don't own one, save for my two one-pieces that I save for serious swimming, not lounging. This promises to be the ultimate showdown: Meg vs. the bathing suit. There's a reason why I haven't bought a new suit in five years...I'll just leave it at that. 

On the job front, I have an informational interview this Friday (via telephone) at a company that I really, really would love to work at one day. And today I got an email notification that Paste Magazine is following me on Twitter. Perhaps adding myself to WeFollow was a good idea!