So, we spent last week in LA. I had 2 interviews(the second one being randomly set up by email the day I arrived in California) and we searched long and hard for apartments/houses. I thought that having my interview(the first one, which is the job I REALLY, REALLY want) on the day we arrived would be helpful, because it would get it out of the way and make the rest of the trip easier. But instead, the enemy (and my fearful, self-critical nature) chose to repeatedly tell me about the stupidity of every single thing I did in the interview, and I had to constantly fight for truth(and for my sanity) throughout the remainder of the trip. These are the times when I am the least fun to be married to, and my husband showed a ton of patience in dealing with my fragile, beaten-up self. And then there was the fact that house searching was depressing as hell. So, needless to say, the week wasn't exactly the vacation for which I had been hoping. Though we did seek the Lord more than we have in....